Dusk neared and so did Ena’s fears.
As time went by, Ena started having all sorts of bad thoughts and with every second she prayed that Father would just appear in front of her even if it had to be out of nowhere.
Meanwhile, father had proceeded with no luck. He was tired and exhausted. He wished he would disappear into thin air and be rid of these laborious tries. He wanted to be home with his dear children.
After an hour’s pondering, he changed his route. The men behind him did not question. They simply followed suite. It was as if they had all wished for the same thing and had waited for some sign to change their course of action.
They were heading home. All of them.
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Despair vs. Hope
Short StoryHow the tiniest objects can sometimes help us stay hopeful when we most need to stay strong. But, we ourselves might not be the ones noticing these. And when we are made to notice, we must hold onto these.
