“Shh… don’t cry too loud or she’ll hear us.” I said as I held my sister ’s trembling body close to my chest and we sank to the cold floor of my bedroom.
Mom was at it again. Screaming. Slamming things. Yelling about someone at work—her boss maybe. Didn’t matter. We were the target anyway. Whether it was a coworker, boss—it didn’t matter. We had to hear about it whether we liked it or not. Mostly ...
“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” I said in a contemplative tone as I took staircase down the mountain back to the vilage. I decided to finally take my trip up the thousand step staircase that led into the mountain.
It was an escersion many people went on during the spring and summer monthsto meet the monks that dqelved within the mountian. Many went to take pictures or capt...