Encontrar la verdad de la noche oscura, were the words written in my mother's diary. I did not know what they meant, or why she had written them, but I intended to find out.
I had never known my mother, she was like a ghost to me, a spirit that was always with me but didn't fully understand why. She had passed away when I was three, and I had lived with my Auntie and Uncle ever since.
They had homeschooled me up until I was seven teen and now at the age of eighteen, I am finally on my own and fulfilling my dreams.
My Uncle had always said that my parents were wonderful people, and that they had loved me very much. I knew my mother had died by a car accident but I was never told about my father, I do not even know if he is alive. No one would ever explain to me where he is or even if he is somewhere. I had asked more than one time but no ever seemed to hear me when I would ask. I knew there was something they were not telling me, but I could not just demand it out of them. That would be rude and unkind. I was taught never to be rude or unkind and if I ever was I would be punished for my bad behaviour. I thought at the time that that was fair judgement.
I was not sure what I was going to do as my job, but I did know that I wanted to claim my independence and learn how not to rely on other people for help all the time. I had lived a lot of my life relying on others with my problems and relying on others to provide myself with the things I wanted and needed. Now I would like to show myself that I can prove able of being independent and succeed in that of which I wish to do.
I wished over and over again that I did have a friend. I had lived my whole life without so much as a friend, that of which I wished deeply of having. I wanted someone who would be there for me when I needed them, someone who would most definitely comfort me in my times of depression, which I was sure to go through.
My life has yet been a blur, a haze in which I cannot remember majority of the things that have previously happened. It is quite hard; in fact it is extremely tough.
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As I walked past the graffiti wall down Elizabeth Street, I glanced at the same style of writing that was written in my mother's diary.
I slowly walked over to where it was positioned on the wall and ran my fingers over the delicate detail. Búsqueda de nosotros, nos encontrará. vienen a nosotros. I am not sure what the words mean, but, like the words in my mother's diary, I intend to find out.
I wrote the strange lettering into my notebook, which I always kept in my back pocket, making sure I copied them precisely.
I carefully placed my notebook back into my pocket and kept walking down the street, careful to watch my step on the rough surface.
I turned the corner to see on the wall yet another piece of writing similar to the previous ones. I was starting to get a little curious, why were they popping up everywhere? I got my notebook out again and wrote down what was written on the wall. Encontrarnos en un futuro próximo.
I arrived at the deli within ten minutes and ordered the usual. A hot mocha with grated chocolate on top. I let my eyes wonder around the room, but stopped when I saw yet more writing. It was located on one of the award frames hung on the wall. It was scrawled over the picture. I got my notebook out once again and wrote it down, wondering why I was finding these and where I was going to get them translated. Si usted no nos encontramos, habrá consecuencias. I picked up my mocha and made my way back to my apartment. It was a ten minute walk from Tina's Deli, but an enjoyable walk when you're not doing anything. It takes away some of the confusion and you can just let your mind wander.
I arrived back at my apartment fifteen minutes later as i stopped at the park for a small rest.
I went to the bathroom and shut the door, getting into the shower as I did so.
