At 17 a hurricane came. The strangers I had been living with didn't even try to hold on to me. I landed atop a new heap. I am searching for my mother, my brother. Exhausted, I just rested there on the heap. The only chance I had was to get back down to the bottom.
Finally, I descended into the heap. My heart swelled with love and excitement. I was over the moon and the luckiest rock ever! My mother and brother were right here. I was on top of that heap. There was nothing that could get me down this time. My dad was far away some where was all they knew. I enjoyed every second with my family. I was finally home.
I heard of a friend who lived near the bottom of the heap so I traveled down to see her one day. We enjoyed catching up. She was horrified about what I had been through. She had lost her father as well. I promised to come see her all the time and headed back up to my home.
Excited to tell my mom all about my visit, I rushed into section of the heap. Mom? Brother? I looked here and there. They were no where. Everything was gone and so were they. The others all around remained.
Strangers began to look sadly at me. 'Where are they?', I asked.
Your mother decided it was time to go elsewhere so she and your brother jumped up and into the tide. She had watched as they were washed away.
I didn't know what to do. I was lost again. I had only been home a short while and now I had no home...again. I decided to stay where I was for as long as I could. I ran here and there. I began hanging out with anyone who would have me. It wasn't long before I was in this crowd and that.
I sought out love from the first rock to want me. Soon after I found that I would now have a little rock of my own. I had no home, I had troubled friends and now, still 17, I was going to have my own little rock to love and take care of.
To Be Continued...
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