Introduction: In the beginning

at she had become greatly jealous of Maxwell since his major success and hated Grandma for no reason.

A weird old lady who lives across the street from the Maxwells said,

Maybe Angela stole the heirloom just so that Grandma would be the suspect. She was the only one who knew of its whereabouts.

My father says he remembers the day he left home as weary and sad. This was so because it rained endlessly non-stop.

My father said that, Grandma thought it signified the pain and heartbreak she went through.

Grandma would always tell my father and aunt about their father. Even though at the time, grandpa was not keen to listen or believe her. She would always say that my grandfather is a naive soul. He must have seen a woman stealing from his money safe and immediately hinted that it was grandma. She had the same hair as I did and a familiar looking clothes. It was hard to deny that she didn do it, but she had to take the blame, After all grandma was only framed.

Until this day, Grandma is unaware of the true reason for their separation. Has she clearly stated that she would never betray her husband in such a way? Grandma was torn down mostly by the fact that she was accused of wrong-doings she wouldn dare to attempt.

When my twin sister and I were born, my parents had decided that they didn want to raise us on an uncivilized island. They thought it would be unfair to rob us of a more enjoyable life since we didn enjoy living there. Although the days were windy and the nights were cool and peaceful, they missed the opportunities of their past lives.

By the time my sister and I were seven years old, our parents had already prepared to leave. At first, Grandma felt dismal about my mothers choice, but she grew to accept it. Time has evolved, and things have changed.

I remember the day we boarded the ship as the most exciting thing I have ever experienced. even though I would miss my grandma and aunt May-ann. I was ready to take on the new life and adventures waiting ahead of me.

However, traveling on the ship wasn as much fun as I thought it would be. I felt seasick within an hour of being on it. My head spun recklessly and I threw up multiple times.

Yet, my sister Lucy-Ann was there looking overboard with her Afro swaying through the wind. She further continued running around, while I was lying in my mothers lap. I felt offended and jealous. She flaunts on not being sea sick like I was.

Since I couldn bear the consequences of the journey, I mostly slept through the days. After a complete week, we had finally arrived at the shores of Saint Krex. At first, Saint Krex didn amuse me the way I thought it would, because it was plain jane, just like Wahuj Island. It was mainly cultivated with coconut trees, palm trees, and wild bushes. Saint Krex appeared sunny and cool. which is something I am accustomed to back at home.

”Mommy, I thought you said we would experience a change for once in our lives ”, I said.

” Is this what you call ”change? ” I shouted while punting the sand.

”Do not shout at me, Ms. Lacey-ann Maxwell! ” she yelled.

”Well, I am sorry. I am just disappointed ”, I sadly said.

”Lacey, dare this be just a part of Saint Krex? ” Just around the corner of those trees lies the harbor of Alcuin ”, said my father.

”Whats a harbor ”? I inquired.

”Oh, its the place where ships and boats are tied. ” ”The harbor is almost like a parking lot for cars, ” said my father.

Upon walking into the harbor, I started to see a lot of water transportation. Some of which I used to see back at home, in the sea of Wahuj.

I saw yachts, canoes, ferries, sailboats, ships, and cargo ships. The one that I was anticipating seeing the most was the submarine, but it turns out that Alcuin Harbor had no submarines there.

As I walked along the boarded pavement, I stepped onto something I had never stepped on before. The flatness and the hardness of the concrete road were like nothing I had ever stood on before. It was not like the fine, grainy sand back at home, but it felt similar to being on the huge rocks piled up close to the mountain at Wahuj Island. As I walked further along the road, I felt like I was blessed or as if I was being worshiped by Saint Krex. I ran with joy and excitement.

”This place is awesome ”! I yelled with a face filled with laughter.

As the taxi entered the city, I felt like I had entered a whole new dimension. It was as if I had entered a portal of luxuriousness. This place was huge and beautiful. It was like nothing I had ever seen before.

While driving through the city, the taxi passed some magnificent structures. Structures of various shapes, structures reaching nearly to the sky, structures with four sides, and structures of various colors and patterns

These were buildings, it seemed. Something which my eyes have never spotted before. Something which I was destined to see.

The city was very busy. Lots of people were going in and out of the buildings, and some were walking aimlessly around. Some were dressed in professional attire and some were dressed casually. For the record, these people varied in different shapes, sizes, colors, hairstyles, spoke different languages, and had different disabilities. All were special in their own ways. I mostly admired the ones with disabilities, because because of them, humanity is proven to still be present. Just then, I saw a hot dog vendor leaving his stall behind to assist a blind boy crossing the busy streets.

I tilted my head and shouted, ”This place is real happiness. ”

At last, I finally entered Alcuin town. The town my father, aunt, and grandma would always talk about in their stories.The town they grew up in and the town that they abandoned their memories in. Unfortunately, this so-called precious town, Alcuin, wasn all so precious and filled with happiness as I thought. The town looks as dry as a desert and is as lame as a lazy sloth. It seemed as if the lights of hope for the city were dimmed.

”If I could clearly remember, this town looked the same as when I left it forty-eight years ago ”, said my father.

Although it looked the same, there was a strong feeling that something about this town had changed. A feeling of disbelief or questioning. And just then, a feeling of eagerness tumbled onto me, the eagerness to find out the truth. The truth that could have led to this site

”What could have happened? ”, I asked

Despite the fact that it appeared the same, there was a distinct sense that something had shifted in this town. a sense of skepticism or uncertainty. And at that precise moment, I suddenly felt eager, anxious to learn the truth. The reality that might have brought you to this site.

What might have happened, you ask?

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