I can't believe this happened to me. The horror, the pain, the agony. The curse that's been with my family for generations. I hate it. I don't think there's a cure to ease my aching heart. Until one day I got to know someone who can.
I met her in an odd way. I met her in a tent on our property. What was she doing? So we took her in and treated her to a room. We decided to let her stay until her family wanted her back. In return for our kindness she did our house hold chores.
While she was here, she met most of my family and taught them the moral to life that went with the problems they were having at the time. When she realized that she needed to talk to me about my problem, she did. She told me that there is more to life than the burden I carry. I realized that I need to open that tightly closed lid that I had in my heart.
One day I overheard her telling her friends about her first love. She said that she was being teased and ran away. She hid in an ally and cried all night. Then she said that saw a boy and followed him all around town until he stopped and put his hat on her and left. She looked around her and realized that he had led her home.
Wait, what did she say? Boy? Hat? That sounds familiar, I think that was me. I knew that I met her somewhere.
Now she's living with me. The one that soothed my soul and care about me. I love her; I love her with all my heart. Thank you for not forgetting that day and thank you for caring. Thank you for telling me that my family's curse is not everything in life.