My father had died.I was lost without any one to hold my hand.I was left alone. With no family.My hand just banged against my side as I was walking. I am now walking , lost , without any hand to hold. Since my father's death I haven't felt the same.He promised me he would be back as he left on his journey to Singapore he whispered into my ears and said "I will come home I promise". He had lied. He had left me. He left me to fend for myself.

I am lost. I continued to walk through the hay field with the wheat grazing my pale long legs. The sun warmed my face as if it was encouraging me to feel happy again.But all I felt was darkness. Some sort of horror had taken over my hole body. I was dead instead. I ran up to the house. Layers were spreading all over my porch. I walked towards one . They helped me. The layer had made me an orphan.

As I walked towards the orphanage, the memories of a happy childhood had erased my mind. I was Lost. With no one to love.