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I Simply Have No Idea
One is never always sure.
Smiling Tails.
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
Robert Frost
My name is No.26783541
My mother and father lived in the country side called Weak Willows. One would imagine something so filled with beauty and excitement. Yet it was not of a single detail magnificent. Fields had been over growing for the last decades, trees that hung over and cracked in the night winds, not an animal in sight. My parents owned a carrot farm, passed on by generations to generations.
They were Amish. I wasn't. Or at least, I didn't want to be. Imagining life without electricity or any luxuries is hard enough for any child, yet I still worked. Mostly cleaning, cooking and mending stitches. I never attended school. Father always taught me in my spare time, so I never had anything fun in my childhood. Please don't be surprised, but in my life, I had never been beaten once. Mother would give a little kick in the shin if I said something wrong, but nothing ever so violent.
I was a weak and timid girl, not as curious as I was after then. I never have that much happiness in me. I was quite sour as well, after eating all those carrots. This, as I recall, would be my usual dinner timetable:
Monday: Carrot Stew
Tuesday: Carrot pie
Wednesday: Honey glazed carrots
Thursday: Ginger carrot soup
Friday: Roasted potatoes, parsnips, Brussels sprouts and carrots.
Saturday and Sunday: Baby Carrots.
Life was grey like a cloud of dust. There weren't any other houses or farms in a mile or two, so the thought of friends would be negative. Life was black. Life was dark. Life was plain. Life wasn't there.
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
Dr. Seuss
It was my birthday, and I only celebrated in the silence of my head. I sat on the dinner table, with my favourite dish of the week. Friday, that is all I can say. Before father began Grace, there was a solid knock on the door.
Complete Silence.
Our, or perhaps known as my, dog Opal Essence barked at the door and soon yapped down by my father's staring, cold eyes. He turned to my mother who only looked back blankly. Father's face had never been paler than ever before.
An even harder knock commenced.
Father sprang up and almost sprinted to the door. I held back my curiosity and kept myself on the seat, my hands under my chair pulling up.
I heard mumbles and questions being thrown between two men then forward to my father. His loud voice could be heard like a pack of wolves howling the night away, and the only thing he said was
"I shall get her straight away."
Father entered the dining room and I rapidly began to touch my chilled parsnips with my fork. He went over to mother and whispered with a light tone, making her eyes pop and gasp. She left the room and ran upstairs. Father watched her with anxiousness then turned to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder.
An icy feeling ran through my blood.
"My dear," he hesitated "it is time for you to go."
BLANK...
S.M.I.L.E
Society
Making
Ingenious
Life
Easy
"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names."
John F. Kennedy