Pharaoh

Falling

2:34 a.m.

My watch read. I had yet to fall asleep. But how could one fall asleep, knowing the discovery that was made in the previous light of day? All of the searching. The funding. The humiliation. And he succeeded. Rightfully so. His success my mother would never see. But that was a story for another time.  He gave me his journals to read as a way of support for my mother's death. And at 2:34 in the morning I sit here in my tent reading my father's journals. His discoveries and travels with my mother before I was born. Exciting tales and unkept secrets waiting to be discovered.
My father was world renowned. After this discovery, Kings and Queens from across the world would be asking my father to explore for their country. Museums, galleries, and exhibits all requesting my fathers presence. Because after all, my name is Xenia Carter. My father is Howard Carter.  And two months after my eighteenth birthday, we found King Tutankhamen's tomb.