The morning light slipped quietly throught the thin curtains of my Room , painting soft golden lines across the floor . I opened my eyes slowly , listening to the familiar sounds of our street walking up.W scooter passed by. Someone shouted good morning to a neigbor , and somewhere far away , a dog barked lazily . It felt like any other normal day . But deep inside , something felt different . I sat up on my bed and reached for the small rubber ball on my dresser . Toss . Catch .toss . Catch .the steady rhythm helped calm my thoughts.l never liked loud morning or rushing around . I liked slow start, where I could feel like the day was mine before it belonged to everyone else .my room was small, with slightly faded walls and tiny cracks near the cailing . I had lived in this room for as long as could remember . It felt safe . Predictable . But that safety sometimes felt like a cage . From my window , I saw my sister mya tying her school bag straps , laughing with her friend at the corner . She looked excited , full of energy . I waved , and she waved back before running off. Watching her made me smile , but it also made me feel restless .
I didn't want today to be just another normal day . Downstairs , mom was already i the kitchen , flipping toast and humming softly to herself ."Good morning, Liama ," she said , palcing a plate in front for me."you look like you Barely slept."
"I step fine," I replied, even thought it wasn't completely true. I had tossed and turned, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time"if you're done early today," mom added,"don't just stay in your room. Go outside.get some fresh air."
I nodded .At the moment, I didn't realize how important that small suggestion would become .After breakfast,I grabbed my SketchBook, my pencil case, and slipped them into my backpack . drawing was my second escape after tossing the ball. Sometimes, when I drew, the world felt quieter and clearer .
I told mom I was going for a walk stepped outside.
The sunlight felt warm on my face. Our streets are simple and familiar - small houses, pakde bike, kids playing cricket in a narrow lane.
Two normal.
At the end of the street was an old dirt road that led towards a small heel and patch of trees.most people ingorid it.parentside there was nothing there. Just dry land and boring trees.
Freedom.
I started walking toward it.
With every step, the sound of town slowly faded.
The smell of smoke and traffic was replaced by the scent of dry glass the warm earth. birds who paid between branches, and the wind whispered through the leaves.
I felt lighter.
Like a baswalking into a different world.
As I reached the adge of the trees, something strange caught my eyes.
I narrow Path.
It was almost hidden by bushes and tell glass. id you weren't looking carefully, you would never notice it . It Curved gently deper into the forerested area
I stop it.
I had leave it here my whole live. I had walked near these tree many times,
But I had never seen this path before.