Treasure Box

Father is sick!!

As I snuggle up with dad in this old shed, I feel his hot forehand and his warm hands overheating my body. Its been an hour and it has been stoney silence. I felt worried and weak that I may not be able to speak to my father again.

The Burial Day!!

I feel heart broken, lost and consumed looking down at my father. My eyes can see the dry mud surrounding my father as he lays inside a dusty thin sheet. I burst into tears as I see him go. I walk away, I feel gloomy and depressed, now I'm all alone.