The door slammed behind me. Hot, burning tears rolled down my cheeks, pouring out like an overflowing river. I blew my nose on my old, hand-made handkerchief, memories flooding through me. Before all this. Before I left. I hoisted my bag higher onto my back, thinking of the path ahead, my new life, my new beginning. I trudged along, not knowing where I was going or where I would end up. I had no food, a small bottle of water and a small wad of money. I now had no home, no family to care for or be cared by. I was completely alone. Cold, hungry, tired and crying I kept walking. I had always had a shoulder to cry on until now. I got to the end of the street and turned left, towards the town centre. I might find a good spot in the park. Maybe they would forget about this, maybe they would come and find me, maybe they would love me again...
