Wandering Star

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I’m Alyssa, Lyssa in short, if you crop the first letter before the word by a sword when you feel lazy or are bored. We live in Tascott in a big elevated hut, sixty steps up, next to a wall of rock, between two nice neighbours to our left and right. One is Ken who is home now and then. He has retired, has no plan to work for gain, again. The other is a young lady who has recently bought the house, has no kids or spouse and we don’t know her name which is a shame. Our house is a true treehouse, surrounded by tall trees attracting many bugs, birds and bees. It is hot in summer, ah a bummer and very cold in winter, bone shivering even feeling in your centre. When vising us, don’t look for a door knock, jingle the bell before enter. To reach to our house, you must be very fit or be an active kid. Not be afraid of height or spiders at night. In your way up if you feel heat or no energy left in your feet, seat for a seep. No need to cheat, or be in hurry, you may fall and be sorry. We have another member in our house, not a sneaky filthy mouse, a beautiful white Netherlands dwarf. When I was one or two years old, sitting on the table dining on oats or toasts, I used to call my sister Nana, maybe that’s why I like the name Anna. If I wake up at dark from dreaming a gigantic shark swimming with the speed of gust, I call my dad for support, or ask my mom for comfort before knowing I’m not in a boat, float. Do you have something to soothe my throat? Sometimes at home, before dusk or after dawn, I want to be left alone and have time by my own for some reasons unknown. Can you respect my zone when these signs are shown? Don’t play role of a clown. Unlike my dad, I want to have a cat sitting on my lap patting its back, or hiding it inside my sack or hat or even under my mat. Isn’t that pity not having your dream kitty? I’m so disappointed in my dad. I love hiking in a trail, or sailing on the tale of a wale like the snail, or camping next to a river and making fire for cooking dinner. I’m a wandering star, one day I will learn to play guitar to sing ‘Let it go’ when travelling with my sister in a car to turn her mood into lunar when mom and dad gone or are too far. Remembering happy times from the past which will always last. I will take my dad by his word who once said he will be always with us, if we think as us .

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