Tiny Rocks

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You see those tiny rocks? I started at the very bottom of the heap. The bottom was safe for awhile and it is where I learned the goal of moving to the top. By the time I was 4 I was making such good progress in moving upward. I loved my friends and family and we moved up together. When I was 6 the earth trembled and I was knocked back down staring upward for my friends and family. A year later my family showed up. I was forced to make new friends. Things were great and we were moving back upward. I was happy and I loved my family. I turned 8, then 9, 10 and 11. 

 

We were a quarter of the way up. I was so proud. No fears, no worries. When I was 11 a tornado came through separating me from my family and friends. I landed on top of a new, unknown heap. I was quickly pushed further and further down until I reached the bottom. I did not care. Strangers all around and knowing I would never see my family again. This heap of rocks were not like my own. I was alone to do for and fend for myself. I would meet new families that would take me in for awhile here and there.
I had decided that I would stay at the bottom. If it is this hard and lonely here then I don't want to move upward. I snuggled in to this world of silence, abandonment and strangers. What more was there?
As all little rocks do, I was getting older. Whether I wanted it or not I was being pushed upward by the strangers....but to what?


To Be Continued