Missing Daughter

Chapter 1 Branches

|     First start》March, 10, 2019 |
|    Last Edit》March, 12, 2019    |
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The daughter made a mistake so her mother wasn't pleased. She told her to go to bed without dinner. The daughter was tired about all the rule the mother made, after the father left for war. All this rules she kept on saying, 'No supper, No playing, Be a lady, Learn the right way, or Do as i say'.

The girl was sitting on her bed thinking about she always wanted to wonder around the world. She thought of how her bestfriend wanted too, soon she run away together. She took off her night gound and put on her favorite dress, that her father loved. She pack some of her own belongings and put them into a small brown brief case.

During the daughter packing the mother was knitting on the rocking chair. The mother slowly stop rocking and knitting, thinking through these past year how she treated her daughter. She stood up putting the tied yarn on the small glass table next to the chair. She walked to the kitchen being greeted by their services.

The daughter looked at herself at the tall mirror she got as a child. She quietly exhale and qickly took the blankets and tied them into a knot. She tied on end on the post of her bed and the other around her waist. She grabed the case that she placed on her small desk, as she stepped on the small plat form on her window. She took a short breath just one jump the blanket will save her if it doesn't work.

She took the leap as her small heal boots hit the branch, she qickly hook on to a other branch with her hand. She looked back at her bedroom through the window. She inhale and exhale taking off the tied blankets around her waist. She took a small paper out from her dress pocket and it showed the place her bestfriend told her to meet. The sun was setting the sky were orange and slowly the daughter walk off to another branch. The trees had no leaves and so did neighbours. She kept walking branch to branch.

The mother was holding a well-painted plate, with a piece of bread and milk. She made her way up on the stairs going down the hall. She looked at the door of her daughters bedroom, the mother waited for a little. She bent down to place the plate on the floor an foot away from the door. She face the door again before knocking lightly on the painted wood.

There was no answer, so the mother waited a little longer before knocking again. The mother thought she was sleeping, so she pick up the plate and discied to leave it on her stand. The mother open the door with one hand to see the mess and an empty bed. All you could hear was the plate shattering into pieces, before the mother's screaming.