The Earth of mist ch24

Gilbert and Mary are traitors.

I was born in a year of blizzards that were against my mother in everything and because of which my real father could never see me because he crashed and died.

It seemed like the end of a tragedy, but I didn't know about it until I was 12 years old. In a house, a mobile car, living with an addict and a drunkard, I dreamed of flying away. Through their fights, I discovered that they had made their adopted child for the only reason of getting social assistance. Both of them don't understand what it means to be a father. What it means to be a father. After I left Christine, I was able to find my mother and find her I won't hide the confusion I felt when I found a woman and a wife who had three children, one of whom was married and had children, and neither mother nor mother ever remembered me.

At the age of 12, I was the guy who was always beaten, if not by a drunkard, by a bully, to whom I was a puppet or a ball of fun hitting a wall in a school where everyone was no better off than I was.

Until the social worker visited my dear home, I finally felt some disaster, but this drunken hoax and gambler was able to take me some time by transporting me to another distant school, and there was Christine Stewart in my life for the first time.

I knew the meaning of a child's life when I saw Christine for the first time, actually I was being beaten again near the school, and as I often endured, she stood there watching from far away. In the end, they left after they had finished. Then I saw a girl helping me to get up from the ground and sit down. She even brought out some fresh fruit I had eaten in spite of the terrible pain.

It was all so new that I could forget my life outside of school. When Christine told me that she also didn't belong in her home, she felt the same, so we had to leave. The first time we thought about running was when we were kids, we didn't think of any risks, we both decided to hide some money and bring enough food. We were only 13 years old.

It was a dream. I started to work and made money by delivering orders to the house and for three months to collect good money for food, while Christine participated in a school competition to make the best juice without her mother knowing she was in a science competition. I don't know how Christine managed to trick her until the day of the contest. Christine won the competition and she won a punishment from her parents for lying.

A short time later, at the edge of the forest, when she was coming, I was afraid she would not come, but she managed to come on time, laughing with her bag.

We didn't know fear, we rejoiced, we didn't know what the future would be, how life would be. I was on my way in the woods, my secret game that only Stewart knew. Christine was the queen of my life, and I loved her more than anything. I remember we ran and played and raced behind trees. When we got hungry, we ate and slept in the shade of a tree away from everything.

I was the one who told her about taking the bus and going to another city far from our own. The first time she was so scared, and when it arrived in Sun City, farms were blossoming everywhere, she was hungry, and there were apple fields everywhere. We ate until we fell asleep.

The sun was the first I saw, and then the staring faces of an old man and woman watching me as Christine sat fearfully, but in spite of everything the couple was friendly in their wooden house in the middle of their apple field, the old woman served us the food as if Christine and I had never seen food before, all because of fear. The old man waited until we finished the food and then he started questioning us.

I did the lying. I used to lie and evade until I got away from beating the crazy couple who claimed to be my father and mother and Christine kept watching me silently as I told the old man that we had escaped from a crazy person who wanted to kill us in the orphanage. We seemed to have taken the pity of the old man and woman, especially the woman who helped us bathe and gave us food and candy and a warm, clean room. We slept as if we were running away from everything. We were just waking up for food. Christine's heat was so high that after three days she was getting better at the end of the week, she was fine.

We had an apple garden, and this is how it was time the big men would talk and point to us, while we didn't know what to say, we didn't care, we just watched as the apples were collected from the fields, put in wooden bins and then carried away in huge cars.

Christine was the happiest because she was standing next to the old woman, teaching her to cook, and they would laugh whenever I approached them, and I would be ashamed, and I would be laughing, and I would watch them laugh and bake the delicious apple cake.

Christine was curious about the old woman's cooking, who told her about the secret recipes she had in her mother's own kitchen, inherited from the women in the family, while I watched the men work and tried to hang on to finding any work for me, but I could only do the simplest things at the time.

She can't forget how much time she spent on that ranch, and although Christine and I had to leave, but we were able to come back again, she was the last person around the old woman.

But later on, when we were young, I imagined I would live here forever with Christine until the harvest season was over and we awoke to the sound of Christine's father Jason talking on the kitchen table with the old man, man to man talking, while the old woman watched in sadly. Maureen was very upset.

There are things we see as young and believe in and take a long time when we become young to discover the truth. Maureen was upset with me as being the one who got her daughter to run away while Jason was confused with me The four of us left after the old woman gave me and Christine the most delicious apple cake we didn't eat out of fear. I was on my way to the police station thinking I was going to be locked up and I wasn't sad I was afraid for Christine.

But the truth is there's a fat, caring woman coming in to talk to me.

The social worker and a young girl who knew she was self-supporting told me that the drunkard had killed the junkie, and that I would have been killed if Christine hadn't come to my rescue that night.

From that time on, I was in debt to Christine, and from that time on, I felt that debt moved me, and everything came to a limit, but nobody knew how much.