As I look back at those first two days in Gatlinburg, all I feel is anger. He was always elsewhere in his mind. My older brother had needed that vacation, but I knew the moment we got in our rental van that we would never return home.
-Eighty years ago-
As I parked the adorable little van, Seto instantly crashed out of the back seat door and screamed at the cliff's height. I hesitantly went to his side to make sure he was alright.
"Seto, what's wrong?" I eagerly asked my tall brother. He just shook his head and cried, suddenly drawing a deck of cards from his pocket.
"It's too high." He mumbled. I understood. I unlocked our cabin, carried our luggage inside, and chopped up some firewood for the fireplace. He remained outside of the cabin, worried about the height of the mountain our lodge sat on. After several hours passed, I grew hungry. I decided to sit beside my brother outside and wait for him to get hungry as well.
"Seto, do you ever want to come inside?" I asked. He turned didn't face me or speak. Instead his head turned towards the axe that I left lying beside the tree stump, where I chopped wood earlier. He walked towards it. I grew tense. "What are you doing, Seto?"
"Mokuba, you are strong a warrior." He stated. He grabbed the axe, using the hand that did not hold his cards. "Why don't you go get us a turkey."
"Seto, I don't know the first thing about hunting!" I whined afraid of what might happen next.
"Just GO!"He clumsily pushed the Axe's handle towards me, and I took it in order to get it away from him. Then I left. I walked down the road that led to our cabin. Hours passed and night fell over my head.
I stopped there and grabbed some quick Burger King.
To be continued…