Washed By The Waters

Introduction

As I walk down the steep mountain hill I finally reach the beach. I find a place in the shade and run my fingers through the sand. Though the sun is beaming and all the sand that is exposed to it's scorching rays burn my feet, the sand in the shade is as cool as the morning breeze.
Everyone expects so much of me and this is the only place where I can have time for myself. My favorite place in the world is where my mother died. The only person in the world that understood me and the only person that never pressured me. Though she's been in a deep sleep for seven years it feels like a century.
I miss her. She was my shoulder in times of distress, and the my applause in times of triumph. As I feel the light breeze brush my red hair, it feels like her gentle touch pulling my hair behind my ear. If only Father could understand the pain that I'm still suffering. If only he could be washed by the waters.