Greetings!

It's been a while since I posted anything, but I promise you I haven't forgotten this little side-project of mine! Anyway, it's time for me to stop talking and let's get this show on the road!

The Sun was so bright. It blinded my eyes, made it hard to see. Sometimes, the clouds would come to help me and they would block the Sun so I could see again. But then I would look around me and realize that there was nothing to see but bamboo trees. Endless bamboo trees, stretching on to a great infinity alongside the road.

After the ram had arrived in the orphanage, after he had taken me out of my cage, the orphanage didn't even try to say goodbye. After all the time I had spent in it, it cast me out, spat at me like a leaf flying on the wind, shooing me away like a mosquito. The ram had taken me away, with nothing for me to carry. Not that I needed anything. I owned nothing, and there was nothing in the orphanage of any value to me.

The ram had bade me follow him on roads that seemed to grow longer as I walked on them. The ram was silent the entire trip, and I didn't do anything to try and change that. I didn't like him. He seemed cold, and mean. With his spectacles on the bridge of his nose, I saw he was always looking down at me whenever he turned his head towards me. Always looking down. I got the feeling he looked down at people who were taller than him. I don't know how, but somehow I just knew he did…

We made plenty of stops on that long, long journey. We stopped at many places with bedrooms in the halls. I wanted to stop and look around at these places, as they were worlds apart from the only place I was used to. I just wanted to stop and talk to some of the people in the entrance. Not to have a conversation with them; only to see if they would say something back to me.

But the mean ram never let me stay in one place. Whenever we entered one of the magical places, it was straight to a bedroom for me, where he would leave me, locking the door with a click behind him. The rooms were so luxurious: they had a mattress that wasn't half on the bedrest and half scattered throughout the floor, and they even had a wooden object on the side.

This object interested me greatly, and I opened the little doors in front of it, only to find it empty on the inside. I closed the doors and opened them again, yet there was still nothing there. I did this again and again many times. I'm not sure how long I stood there, just opening and closing the doors, a smile cracking my face for the first time in…

When we left the place, the ram always seemed in such a hurry. He never wanted to sniff any of the flowers growing on the side of the road. Not even the pretty yellow ones that gave off their sweet scent for what seemed like miles down the road. I didn't understand what he possibly could have been in such a hurry for.

I can never be sure of when this cycle of walking, resting, being locked in a room, and repeating was finally broken, but I know I'll never forget the day I first laid my eyes upon the old home.

Thank you for reading! Have a lovely day!