Darkness hugged me, covering me like the softest blanket. I didn’t know why, but every time I went to my room, closed the door and switched off the light, I became lonely and sad. It wasn’t that way back home, my real home with my mom and dad. I loved the darkness. The never-ending silence of the night was always soothing, bringing back memories of my dad when I sneaked out of my room and followed him to his position while he was guarding the border.
I lowered myself almost to ground level and simply observed him. Thinking of those times, I realized that he always knew I was there. Maybe that was the reason he had been choosing the safest border of our land recently, so if something were to happen, I would stay safe. Maybe if I sneaked out the day we were attacked, he would still be with
