Family

     A leaf falls across the window... and another... and another. The village around the house is quiet, not a sound to be heard, not a single person to be seen, and all I could do is watch out. Watch out and think. It has been a year since I left home for school and it has passed fast with only some weeks left, though it seems like an eternity. And I am still here with no exit due to the school with nothing to do but look outside. Nothing to do but think on the family I left behind. They have visited me. They came here, but now they've left. And I felt empty. Lonely. And I am not alone. I am in a great family. I guess you understand it when you stop seeing someone for a long time, and when you see them again, it is for a short amount of time. You're with them and you try, you try to pass every single second with them. But time passes fast and then they have to leave. And even though you know you'll see them again, and this period of time is shorter than the first one it seems an eternity longer.

     This is something I'd do again, but it seems so hard to finish things when they're like this. When you have no one with you but they're all around you. When you can't talk to anyone because you don't know how to say it but you know they might understand... that's the hardest part of all.

    No. The hardest part of life is life itself. Something so precious and complicated, yet we only appreciate it when we lose it. Or when we feel like we've lost it. Why are things like that? Because when you recuperate them, you take care of them like you didn't before. Only this time is forever.