Packing up
10-17-2014, 08:18 PM
So it was time to move on. Him and his sister were both almost a year old already, but mama had disappeared, leaving Sarka and he behind. Why? Tears sometimes stung at the poor little boy's eyes, but his strong little body tried so hard to hold it back. Sometimes he just needed to break down. A familiar call rang over the lands, and instantly he knew it's desolate and sad tone. It was time. Meeting deadlines, one could say. His legs pumped in a slow melody, meeting his older brother who towered over his head like a skyscraper. Once again, tears began to sting at his eyes. Never before had he broken down in front of his sister or brother, but he couldn't hold it back. They all reminded him so much of her. He was used to daddy not being around or being dead, only remembering his scent fainty from his mama. The knot in his chest tightened as his heart pumped against his ribcage like a rabbit. He silently pressed against his older brother, tears beginning to fall down his pearly cheeks. |