On the screen were three words, 'my name moju.'
This was the first time I'd though of it since I'd been home. I guess in my drunken depression, I hadn't remembered it was one of my greatest adversaries. But now, it was my hero. I wanted to hug it, kiss it, thank it. Having saved the last connections to my family. I cried again, but finally, tears of joy.After hours of lookin at pictures, videos, documents and feeling every emotion and more, I felt okay. I thought maybe I should see if there was anything else up in that hole. As I shined my flashlight across through the opening, scanning clockwise. I started to step down the ladder as I finished the circle, thinking that my luck had run out. My phone light exposed a small rise, could it be? I stepped back up quickly and brought my had toward the lump. I remembered that same texture as my hand reached it. This time though, it was soft... and squishy. I grabbed it and rolled it toward my light exposing the same, closed eye that I remembered. I spoke to it, waiting for that eye to open. It never did.
That night I held it tight to my chest, just like it had done for me not so long ago. I buried it in the woods by my house at an unmarked grave. I spoke to the trees about what it did for me and meant to me. I brought a picture of my parents with me that day to bury with it. My eyes turned to waterfalls. Tears of sadness, tears of joy, tears of guilt, and tears of hope.I still don't know what it was, how it got there, why it was there, or what it's ultimate goal was. I don't know if it knew about the intruders or if it was just a theif. I don't know if it was a kind or malevolent creature. I don't know what powers it may have had, if any at all. I don't know where I'd be without it. The only things I know are that it saved my life, and that its name was Moju.
