Behind Closed Doors

  I didn't really play with the other kids as much as I should have through out my stay with Maria and her family, but could you blame me? There was so many books and educational devices, like the globe that Maria showed me. She had informed me that in order to get to Denmark I must go through Germany and then to Switzerland. The children could never understood my fascination towards the books, but to come to think of it, the books were  my only reason to stay with the family. That night I lay in bed thinking about all that I had been through the past couple of days, I couldn't fall asleep so I had decided to get dressed and go outside to think. As I made my way to the gardens, I was surrounded by the darkness of the night and the only thing that I was capable of thinking of was my fear, so I headed back inside and back to bed. I slowly crept up to my bed but just as I pasted the big living room that opened up onto the terrace, a light switched on and the children's parents sat down to talk. I overheard them talking about how strange they thought I was and how they thought my stories were to well put together and the way I was towards their Maria was weird and. Then Elsa added that my eyes scared her, they were the eyes of an old man who had scene a lot in his life time and didn't care about living anymore which her feel insecure. That night I decided to write them a note explaining that I was gracious for all that they had done for me, but I had to leave for I was not all those things that they said. As I began packing my belongings, there was Maria all sweet and kind pleading me not to go, with that she gave me a kiss goodbye and a gold chain to remember her by, and I was gone.