Call

It looks different

I remember this place. It looks a bit different now. More people, more crimes, more deaths. It was quiet before, loud, noisy, that's how it's now. Less space in this place.

We came looking for you. He thought you were here. He called them, asking for your information. They didn't help. So we came to this place. I came with him. He wanted answer. They said you left. How'd you leave without a call? But most importantly, why? He was furious, he called grandpa. He said you were deported. That's you went back.

He didn't call. He didn't answer. He didn't know. He used up his one call. It was on grandpa. That's why he left without a word. Why didn't he call when he was over there. Who knows. But he, he was fed up with him and his stupidness.

I don't know what's happening. I was just young. Maybe later I'll understand. I still don't, 4 years later, I still don't get my questions answered. I have to keep quiet. I want to talk about you. They don't let me. Your a secret I keep. You are not relevant for them anymore. Why?

Why did she do that? I don't know. I want to know, but I can't. That's not fair. Why cant I know.
I'm too young. What does that mean. Do I have to be 35 like you to know. I can't know. I have to wait. Why did she do that? Why did she lie? Why'd she make him leave? Where is she? She's gone. No one knows. That's my answer for my questions. Did she not love him. Why'd she take them!? I loved them. They were the only things I had.

I remember this place, it's just different looking, with dark secrets no one needs to know.