Even after these 10 lonely years I didn’t forget about him. Love? Maybe…
But most of all the feeling of not knowing what happened was the thing that troubled my heart.
When I became 18 I was finally allowed to see the world behind our high iron fences.
I saw the city before but only through my father’s car window when we had to go and visit other wealthy people.
My stepfather gave me a place to work in his office but soon I decided I had enough of being around my broken family.
I bought a small house and started a small business.
Nothing much, but something that satisfied me a lot more than signing papers on my stepfather’s behalf.
Spreading my wings or so to say changing waters I found something precious in the progress.