C1231 Vistas

She was still standing on the other side of the deck, gazing at the opposite shore.

Was she looking out at her country? Looking at her mother?

In this life, would she be able to return to her homeland? Would he be able to see his mother?

Was she mumbling to herself that Ariel was picking up the unkempt kindal?

My vision gradually blurred, and my mood gradually dropped.

Two years later