Unlike anything I had hitherto experienced in my young days, the interior of the vessel was like the well kept room of a small castle. Everything glistened of newness and finest luster. The men motioned me to a seat among several that were in the center of the vessel. I knew my body moved because it went forward but how my legs found the capacity to do so, I still cannot say. The feeling of awe and heightened sensitivity I felt was like watching the scene unfold before me but not comprehending that I myself was a part of it.
They seated me and then folded straps across my chest and legs. The gentleness of their actions assured me that this was indeed a necessary step.
It seemed like time was standing still as the events unfolded around me like a silent dream. The vessel in which we were enclosed made no sound and as it gently lifted from the comfort of the ground I could feel my bowels sinking in my gut. I closed my eyes in hopes of calming my inner region. But as quickly as the feeling had arisen so soon did they dissipate and I felt a sense of peace.
What's happening? Where am I headed? Thoughts swirled in my head as I tried to make sense of an awesome predicament. In one night I had lost my only relative and blood line; my mother was my comfort, my peace and my reason. My life- long protector had abandoned me to the hands of unknown men, to an unknown future with words that leave me confounded.
I closed my eyes for what seemed like moments, or months, or years. The loss of consciousness was immeasurable by the standards of time I once knew. One thing is for certain though; all the years of my childhood that I could count would never prepare me for the reality I was now about to embark on.
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Novela JuvenilI'm different. I get it now. I don't act like anyone else and I sure don't think like the others. She was the one thing that inspired my life but now she's gone and I will never see her again. Shephat was my guardian but she left me too. She gave me...
