One Step At A Time

Chapter 3: The Remembrance

It was just a normal day as usual, but this time it was my birthday. I was turning ten and all of my friends from Roemaneya wouls come to our house and celebrate with us. everything was right that morning: the sun was awakening along the horizon, the cold started to flee, and Dill, was still there.

But this morning, there was something different.

I was quieter than usual. Not as many birds chirping in the trees, nor noises in the House. Colder. Quieter. Silent. 

Something is wrong. I quickly slipped on a loose, silky, long sleeve shirt and ran in the hall. Dill, although seemed to be sleeping, was right by my bare feet, laying down on the sandstone stairs. He started to prance back and forth, then bit my leg and hurried down the stairs. Should I follow him? I probably should.  I raced down the stairs as the orange cat made it was into the foyer. I quickly ran passed the oil painting hall, passed the large kitchen, and into the foyer. My feet seem to slip under me and each two steps I took seemed like a minutes worth of work running up and down the stairs, As I made it in, the wall seemed to be closing in on me, so I kept running. 

I made it outside. As I turned my head to look, I heard my mother sobbing and saying his name again and again. "David, David, Don't do this, not to her."  Her as me? Oh god. But then I remembered what day it was today. Today was the day of war. 

"Mom?" I worried. I followed the voice.

"Come quickly, sweetie." She quietly said. "You stay right there David. Don't do this."

As I looked out, I saw her, in her nightgown, her mascara all over her face. I broke out on the floor... cried, got up, and ran to my mother as he drives away from my mother from both of us. 

I run after him to try and say goodbye to him. Finally, he did ran out, swung me up to him, and hugged me as hard as ever. 

"I'm so sorry honey." He said. His tears ran on my shirt as mine started to come out. This was the last time I was ever going to see him in a very long time. I hugged him as hard as I could, and crying as no one was looking. I hope he would come back.