I woke one morning to the sun on me and the sound of birds singing in the trees outside my room.
Something seemed, felt different and I was confused.
It seemed as if almost danger was in a corner looming.
Waiting to pounce.
I open my eyes and try to focus to see if there was something wrong.
Oh no it cannot be. I am not at all amused.
I break into tears. The birds even have stopped their song.
How can this be? I jump out of bed and run to the mirror.
And it is me. Eight years old.
Confused and sad.
For the life I had dreamed was gone.
All the living, caring, sharing I had.
Gone.
My tears were tears of loss.
Now I will start a new.