One Month One World One Year Challenge 2022
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January, Day 4 - "I am lost, hope is gone... But I must go on."
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January, Day 4 - "I am lost, hope is gone... But I must go on."
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Lucy looked at the sight in front of her in disbelief and wept. She didn't even want to, she had to be strong now and function, but she couldn't help it.
It was all gone... She felt a cold little nose on her leg and picked Laika up.
"Oh, little Miss, you have no idea what's going on, huh?"
This had been an old boathouse belonging to her grandfather. As a child she'd always slept here with him during summer vacation, right by the beach. But now... All gone. Bulldozed. Wiped out, as if the best time of her life had never happened.
She felt the tears well up again. She'd really hoped to be able to hide out here... But no.
At least his mailbox was still there - she had painted it for him as a child.
She sat down and rested her head against the post, her mind reeling with worries. What should she do? Who did this belong to now? Could she possibly stay here? Where else would she go?
But above all, there was the waves in her ears, the salty air, the familiar mailbox... A feeling of hope.
After a while, she wiped her face and got up. She'd do this. For Laika, for Grampa, for her friends at the PAWspital... But most of all, for herself.
This was about her life, her future... Her happiness. She wasn't going to give up. She'd have take the hand she'd been dealt and make the best of it. And, she mused as Laika started licking her face, she had a companion by her side.
She could do this. They could do this... Together.
It was all gone... She felt a cold little nose on her leg and picked Laika up.
"Oh, little Miss, you have no idea what's going on, huh?"
This had been an old boathouse belonging to her grandfather. As a child she'd always slept here with him during summer vacation, right by the beach. But now... All gone. Bulldozed. Wiped out, as if the best time of her life had never happened.
She felt the tears well up again. She'd really hoped to be able to hide out here... But no.
At least his mailbox was still there - she had painted it for him as a child.
She sat down and rested her head against the post, her mind reeling with worries. What should she do? Who did this belong to now? Could she possibly stay here? Where else would she go?
But above all, there was the waves in her ears, the salty air, the familiar mailbox... A feeling of hope.
After a while, she wiped her face and got up. She'd do this. For Laika, for Grampa, for her friends at the PAWspital... But most of all, for herself.
This was about her life, her future... Her happiness. She wasn't going to give up. She'd have take the hand she'd been dealt and make the best of it. And, she mused as Laika started licking her face, she had a companion by her side.
She could do this. They could do this... Together.
