He agreed that our dad would probably not notice a couple of coins missing. It took us all day and we slept that night craving sweets. I hated the day that she needed my hands to put my dads belongings in boxes. She needed Helens that day too as hers were not working at all anymore. I felt pride to be chosen, the heavy burden at first masked by my inflated ego. Humbled by a country that acknowledged the responsibility to document a conflict for those at home and for genera.

An open notebook of incomplete prose. And so they set out across the great expanse with no end in sight, using only the horizon as a guide. They were 500 miles out when he pointed at her exposed thigh. 8220;What does it say? And tagged Creative writing.