Location: apartment building on the main street in Republic City
Date: late May in the year 173
It was a nice spring day, about 70 degrees and slowly getting cooler. The sun was setting when I walked into apartment 106. Although the small one room apartment was strange to me, I easily recognized that woman's smell. That metallic, musty smell of her uniform mixed with that citrus shampoo she always used. It was a smell that brought comfort to my sensitive nose as a child, and honestly still does today. The room was a complete mess, the sink was piled up with dishes, there was a coffee table covered in police reports, pop cans and alcohol bottles, there were also clothes scattered everywhere and the bed hadn't been made.
"She always loved order" I thought out loud "I don't understand how she could let her home look this way"
As I wondered the room I noticed a small newspaper clipping dated March year 144ag amongst the clutter. The heading read "Malicious Attack on Republic City Grade School". The 27 year old piece paper was in shockingly good condition, the edges were taped over and the ink had barley faded at all.
"I wish she didn't kept this." the words slipped from my lips
I picked up the clipping and had to hold myself back from ripping it up. I know she hasn't been able to move on from that day, but I wish she could. I wish she could forget about all that pain, and the feeling of failure that she lives with…and me… I kind of wish she could forget me as well.
The thought was enough to bring me to tears, I honestly would never want that. It's selfish of me, but it's true. The only reason I would ever wish for her to forget is that maybe I could hear her laugh again.
I sat the paper back down on the table and laid myself down on the couch nearby. I waited for about an hour before I heard the door open. When I looked over I saw a tall middle aged woman with grey hair. She was wearing a black metal uniform with a gold badge on it.
To be one hundred percent honest I had never seen her before. It had taken me a long time to get the courage to come here…to her. I have been visiting my family whenever I could for years, but I was always too afraid to see her. I was scared to see that strong woman I knew sad or broken in anyway. I missed her more than anyone and would go to the police station to hear her voice often… but I never looked at her face. Until that day in apartment 106, the apartment that belonged to the police Chief Lin Beifong.