I leaned against a small tree beside the road watching the tall trees dance to the wavering breeze as they swayed their branches, they looked so happy,
I wished I could just be happy that happy.
I was clueless of where to go from there, my face seemed so stiff from dried blood and tears,
the rumble in my stomach reminded me that I needed food and water,
I looked down the road, there was no sign of a living soul anywhere near,
I could here the birds chirping loudly ,
There was nothingness, besides the thick bush on my left and on my right which stood on the sides of the road like a fierce guard.
I stood up, still unable to walk properly due to my bruised feet,
I was hungry and so tasty, I wondered what to do,
I looked across the bush on my left, I saw an out stretched branch of a tree with juicy apples on it,
Immediately my mouth watered,
I needed to get to that tree by all means if I needed to survive,
I stood up dragging my bare feet,
The sun was already setting in the sky , the cold evening breeze brushed against my bare back, and made me shiver,
My torn dress failed woefully at comforting me,
I was cold, tasty, hungry and homeless,
I wandered into the bush, scared? Yes but I needed to survive,
It was a thick and scary looking , the thoughts of carnivorous wild animals lurking around watching me, waiting for the right moment to pounce and reap me apart, made my heart shriek in fear,
I walked into the bush quietly , trying my best not to make a sound and attract the attention of dangerous forest animals,
I did a mental calculation of where the apple tree could be since it's branches could be seen from the road,
I means its location wouldn't be so far away,
I walked a short distance into the bush till I got the apple tree, my heart jumped for joy,
I swiftly climbed it, it wasn't quite easy due to my hurt foot, but with strong determination, I bore the pain.
I plucked as many apples as I could, throwing them down to the floor,
Up on the tree i had already eaten enough to my satisfaction,
It was almost dark, where will I sleep, the forest was to scary to sleep in it
Just when I was about to climb down from the tree, something caught my eyes, I saw smoke, I looked closely at its where it had came and I saw a house, my heart leaped for joy,
All I had to do was to find my way to that house and beg for a place to rest my head, till I can find my way back to the orphanage , I climbed down from the tree fast, I picked as much apples as I can carry which I had thrown on the floor earlier ,
The sun had set completely, and darkness was drawing near,
I put my apples in my dress, carrying them like a baby, I walked hastily , I kept my eyes on the smoke which I had seen ,
I walked on for much longer that I anticipated, till I finally arrived at the house,
I wondered what such house could be doing in the middle of no where, but that was least my concern,
As I moved closer, from the small sign board in front I realised
it wasn't really a house but a motel , behind it, there was a smaller house . every where was so quiet ,
I climbed up the small stairs of the motel , and knocked I got no reply,
I knocked twice harder and the door was opened by a man, he looked like he was in his early 40s , he stared at me like I had horns on my head
"Good evening sir" I greeted .
"Why are you here lass?" He asked , his tone was unreadable so was his expression,
"Good sire , could I have a place to sleep , at least for the night, I could do house hold chores as payment" I said boldly and he smiled ,
"Where are your parents lass" he asked,
And a reminiscent of everything came flooding in my head, I closed my eyes tightly as if to make the pain go away , I took a deep breath and told him everything.
He offered me a sit, which I accepted, he also showed me to a room , he introduced himself as Mr lopper , he owned the motel, hunters and traders often spent the night there whenever they were too tired to journey back to their towns.
I was grateful to God for giving me shelter,
But then , the memory of the accident gave me night mares ..
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I Wish I Was Never Born
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