The day went good.
Until it was already 4' and I had to go to collect water.
I was on my way.
Until I saw something that got my attention.
The 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬.
It was my grandma's book, she used to read, write and take care of it as if it was the China Deer.
I remember before leaving my parents burnt it.
But, it was still just as fine as before.
How?
I shrugged off my questions and went towards it.
Maybe now it will be the end of my suspense, questions and all the secrets.
I picked it up.
A story?
The story of Muzan.
