The moon and the stars

I never thought I would settle. I have wandered the world all my life, even when I couldn't walk yet: my parents showed me the world. Over the course of 15 years I have learned the languages, the culture and costumes, the fighting styles, the music, the dances, everything, of everywhere. I knew the world like I knew my favorite song. But the most important thing I knew was that my family was the only place that would ever feel like home.

My mother was the best thing that has ever, and probably ever will, happen to me, and now, she is gone; in the course of two years, I have seen her go from the most energetic and unapologetic person in the world to a fragile lady in a bed that was not hers.

And not even a week later I have to travel half the known world to go to a remote island because my father wants this old lady to cure an incurable sickness that I may not even have. I know that he is just worried and that he does not want to lose me too, but I did not want to leave my mother, and definitely not to settle on an uncommunicated and uncultivated island filled with the people he never wants to talk about.

I just hope they have music.

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