Dear Diary:
It has been many years since I have visited Dad's grave. Mom and Auntie Alcheme often visit it, but I cannot bring myself to go near there. I know mom said that she moved on, but her emotions and expressions often contradict her words.
*Sits on a high tree branch. *
Sage and Hope often look at the gate waiting for Dad to come home, but they have not realized he will not be returning. Dad's horse, which is named Black, went missing soon after. All I have left of my father is his old bow, and hunting gear.
*Jumps up and nearly falls out of the tree. *
Darn it Sage.
Moms Griffon is teaching the baby Griffon, Hope, how to fly, and Sage nearly knocked me over. I have often considered about being a rider of some sorts, but I want to honor my dad by following in his footsteps…. well not the mercenary life, but the hunting life.
Yesterday I picked up his bow, but I soon put it down because it was full of sorrow and negative emotions. I remember when mom heard the grim news she clutched this bow and fell to her knees, she cried and called dad's name. I cannot hear the name 'Allen' without picturing that moment.
* Looks down *
Well I better get going; mom and auntie are looking for me.
Rain Claire Hughes.