We had been hiding for what seemed like forever. Daddy and Papa told me that I'm not allowed to make a lot of noise, because then the bad people might find us.
It's really cold because Daddy and Papa said we weren't allowed to build a fire. They told me that the bad people would be able to find us. Daddy and Papa bundled me up in a lot of blankets, they also gave me their coats to wear. We all bundle ourselves in the blankets, I feel safer when Daddy and Papa are with me. Daddy shivers a lot. I told him he could have his coat back, but he told me no, I needed it more. But I don't feel like I need it more than him. I feel perfectly warm wrapped up in all these blankets with Daddy and Papa bundled up with me.
Papa sometimes leaves at night time. Daddy gets really sad when Papa has to go, and they get all kissy, but that's okay, because that's what you do when you love someone lots, like Daddy and Papa.
When Papa leaves, I give him his coat back and he gives me a kiss. It's cold outside the cave, and dark too. He takes his bag and his old knife that Daddy gave him. It gets really cold after he leaves. Me and Daddy try to stay as warm as possible, but it's still really cold without Papa.
While Papa's gone, Daddy tells me stories. He told me what I was like as a baby. He told me about how him and Papa met. Sometimes we just sit there as he pets my head. During the middle of the night, when Daddy thinks I'm sleeping, Papa comes back. Daddy always looks so happy and relieved. Papa comes back and lays down with us and holds us both real close. Him and Daddy talk for a while. They speak in Papas secret language so I don't really understand them, but Daddy always sounds sad. Sometimes he cries. Sometimes after Daddy falls asleep, I can hear Papa crying too.
Sometimes in the morning, Daddy and Papa are still asleep. They've seemed to be getting more tired everyday. I like to look in Papas bag and see what new things are in there. Lately though, it's just some nuts, but sometimes he brings back old cans of food, one time he even brought back a soggy box of crackers. Papa also brings back meat but he never leaves it in the bag. He also sometimes brings back old toys for me, and pretty things for Daddy.
Papa always wakes up before Daddy. Sometimes he just sits there and watches Daddy sleep. He looks really sad and worried. When he sees me, he gets up and makes us food. He doesn't make very much because we don't have lots of food. They usually give me the most though. I feel bad though, cause Papa tries to give Daddy some of his food, but Daddy always gives it back. I can sometimes hear them whispering to each other. Daddy tells Papa that he's just waisting it on him. This makes Papa really, really sad.
Daddy is getting really thin. Papa is really super worried. He has to help Daddy walk now. Papa doesn't want to leave at nights, but Daddy tells him he has to. Daddy's voice was getting weaker. It was hard for him to tell me stories, until one day it hurt him too bad to talk. I held him real close and told him stories I made up. This made him happy.
One night I was telling Daddy a story, he was trying really hard to smile. I could tell that he really wanted to, but it hurt him too much. Halfway through my story Daddy closed his eyes. I stopped talking. I called his name but he wouldn't answer me. I got really scared. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to cry but Papa told me that big boys don't cry, and I was a big boy. I tried to shake him but he still wouldn't wake up. I needed Papa.
I quickly got up and ran out of the cave. The moon was really bright tonight. It illuminated the white sparkling blanket of snow that was beneath my shoes that were filled with holes. I looked around to see if I could see Papa. I screamed out his name, but he was nowhere around. I started to cry then. I didn't feel like much of a big boy at the moment.
I found Papas footprints in the snow. I would have followed them but I didn't want to leave Daddy. I was really scared now. I kept calling out for Papa. I wished he would hurry up. I was out there for what felt like forever, calling to Papa.
My throat hurt from screaming, and my eyes were all red and puffy. I kept calling though, but now as loudly. I felt tired. I wanted to sleep. My legs were shaking beneath me and before I knew it my face had landed in the cold white snow. My eye lids were really heavy, but I couldn't close them yet. My yells were now whispers. I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes closed and it became dark.
Short chapter. Will be longer next time.