people cry, not because they're
WEAK.
It's because they've been
STRONG
for too long
Most books start their book with a dramatic entrance. But then I guess I'm not most people. My name is Alice. Alice Jason. I would try to convince you that I am normal, but then I guess I'd be lying. I live with my grand-parents in a tiny town in Finland. The town is so small and isolated that there is nothing but hills, streams and wild animals within 50 kilometer radius. I do appreciate the great views of the rural Finland, but I guess I would be more than happy to see what cities actually look like. According to Santtu, a widower living in town, whose great-grandparents have been to Oulu, a reasonably big city, cities are "noisy, loud, and filled with people"
I've always wondered who my parents were, despite the fact that my grandparents always refused to give me any information on them. For as long as I can remember, I have always lived with my grandparents in our village. My grandparents have always been kind and caring to me, but their behavior every time I ask about my parents is really suspicious. Obviously, they know something, but why are they not telling me? Everything about my parents was a whole mystery…until the letter came.
It was another chilly afternoon in the countryside. There was an odd, unusual tension in the atmosphere. A letter, already opened by her grandparents, was placed in the middle of the table. The envelope was crumbled, and there were obvious signs of it being soaked in rain during the long delivery process.
"So" started her grandfather as he cleared his throat, a failing attempt to soften the atmosphere. "Your parents were…nice people". He stopped as he rummaged through his brain in search of any information on Alice's parents – or more specifically, their daughter and their son-in-law – which was surprisingly less. Alice waited patiently for him to continue, she had dreamed about this moment for years. The moment where she will finally know the truth about her and her parents
"They left you here for your safety, you see". Her grandmother carried on instead. "They were…quiet rich. They had quite a lot of enemies, too." She paused as flashbacks came back into her mind. Memories of which she had chosen to forget over the years. "They were rich, successful, powerful…and always wanted to be…let's say above everyone else, to be the one in control. Naturally, this received a lot of dislikes from certain people. And those certain people just so happens to be equally powerful and rich." An awkward silence filled the room as she thought of what to say next "Anyway, they kept you here so that you would be unknown and safe and if the worst happens to them and your siblings, their money will go to you."
"And why are you telling me this now?"
"Because they..." Her grandpa inhaled deeply "... want you back."
Maybe the journey
isn't so much about
becoming something.
Maybe it's about
unbecoming something
that really isn't you,
so you can be who you were
meant to be in the first place
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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Tyla H