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The Wonder of How

Exploring my grandparent’s attic is my favorite thing to do when I visited. Even though we both live in a small town in Texas it was a long, long, drive from our house, but I couldn’t enjoy being with my grandparents more. Since my aunt’s death, I haven’t seen them in forever. But today is the day. Today, I will finally visit my old grandparents again.

“Pack your things, Mia,” exclaimed my mother.

I grabbed my small flower bag and filled it with random things I might need, such as a toothbrush just in case of an emergency, water in case they run out of water, and a pan in case someone tries to break into my grandparent’s house. My mom always says to be prepared since I loose my mind very, very easily; short-term memory…

“Come on Mia! I have been waiting for days now!” screams my mother.

I zoom as fast as I can until I reach our car. I grab my seatbelt, fasten it in, and started to think of random thoughts.

As I am, thinking I remembered two things. One is that today my grandma told me that we were going to go through old things in her attic. This means I might remember some memories, which I highly doubt because I forget everything. The second thing I remember was that I forgot to bring my camera, my trusty old camera. I loved that thing. I always wanted to take pictures to remember the moment. Although my grandparents have a spotty memory, I have a pretty fabulous one if I do say so myself.

As we were pulling up to their house, something didn’t feel right to me. I quickly dismissed the thought, thinking I was just paranoid. Focus on something positive Mia, I thought to myself. I haven’t seen Grandma or Grandpa in a few months, and I was ecstatic to see them again.

As soon as my mother dropped me off, my Grandma started to bear hug me excitedly.

“Come on Mia, your grandfather and I have important things to show you…memories to be specific.”

As I followed her into the creepy attic, she sighed in annoyance.

“I’m so sorry darling, but I need to clean this stuff up. It just bothers me. Your grandpa and I will sort through all these papers while you look through the photos.” My grandma said as she pointed towards the bin that had the pictures in it.

“Sure Grandma,” I replied sweetly, walking over to the bin. As I opened the bin, I came across an album from my first birthday. Awesome! I thought excitedly to myself. I didn’t have very many pictures of me when I was young, so I was super happy to see these. I felt like I was dreaming in heaven.

As I opened the album, I sat down and I instantly recognized a few people. I saw my grandma and grandpa looking at each other with absolute joy in their eyes. I saw a younger (and much happier) version of my mother, proudly holding me. What shocked me…was that she was holding another baby in her arms. And that baby looked exactly like me.

I gasped and jumped up from the bin.

“No. No! NO!” I shrieked. “What the-how is this even possible?” I looked around for my grandparents.

“Grandma? Grandpa?” I called. “I really need to talk to you…” My voice trailed off.

That’s when I saw them both lying dead on the floor. I screamed. I stared at them in disbelief. How had this happened? Think positive Mia, I reminded myself. Their death had probably been a natural occurrence, that involved a lot of blood running out of them. That’s when I saw it. A tall man, about the same age as my father who I haven’t seen in years, holding a knife in their hand with a cloth wrapped around his head to cover his faces.

“Wh-Who are yo-you?” I asked in a nervous voice.

He didn’t reply and in a second he faded away out the door. I turned to the stairs leading down to the safety and comfort of my grandparent’s house. But what would I do then? My heart couldn’t let me leave my grandparents dead on the kitchen floor. It just couldn’t. But my instincts could. My bag!

I sprinted as fast as I ever could up the stairs, back to the attic, and grabbed my “in case” bag. I took a quick glance at the bag and pulled the pan that I packed in case if anyone crashed into my grandparent’s house which happened. I held the pan preparing myself to smack on the unknown person.

Walking around the house, the face that I saw at a glance felt like it was a person I saw before. Someone like my dad. The white cloth that was wrapped around his head, blocked my eyes from finding out who this murder was.

Time passed by like wind and I heard a knock on the door. My heart started beating and I felt like it was my turn to be killed. I opened the door slowly and weights fell off my shoulder. It was my mother.

“Oh my god mom! Oh my god! Come in now!!” I screamed to her

“Oh my god what happened!”

I grabbed my mother’s hand and dragged her as hard as I could until she saw my two grandparents laying on the floor.

My mothers eyes and mouth opened super wide as she said, “Ahhhh! Are you serious! Are you serious??!!!”

“I don’t know what happened!! I-I was just just. Ahh I can’t talk right now!”

We both sat on the floor next to my father’s parents. We both started crying at the same time. Even though my grandparents weren’t my mother’s parent, she still cried and cried because she knew they were good people.

Minutes later we were still crying but this time we finally stood up on our feet and felt stronger than usual

“Um ok. Ok. Let’s head back home and call the cops,” said my mom.

My mom walked slowly towards the car while I snatched my flower bag off the wooden floor and looked at my grandparents laying on the ground. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I never knew that this would happen, but I kissed them bye and jogged out the door into the car.

I fasten my seatbelt while my mother started the engine. The car was silent for quite some time. My mother drove and drove which felt like hours, but we finally got to our small, white house. She parked the car in front of our home and I dragged my bag on the floor like I was a 5-year-old dragging a doll. I still couldn’t believe what happened.

As I was walking back to my house, I felt really hungry. I’m really upset that I had not gotten to eat at my grandma’s house because there is nothing good to eat in my pantry. But I still walked up to see what “good” food we have. I opened the pantry and saw nothing to eat. Just a granola bar, a fig bar, and pumpkin seeds as usual. Nothing in that pantry interested me again.

“Mom! Did you not go to the grocery store again?!”

“Sorry, I forgot.”

“What are we going to eat then?!”

“Whatever is in the pantry. Oh, you know what? I’m going to the store right now.”

“Thank goodness. Bye!”

“Bye!”

After 2 weeks without grocery shopping, I think it’s about time. For 2 weeks I have been eating the same thing over and over again every single day.

I got up and sat on our old couch again near the fireplace and read my book. It was about a girl trying to find a way to get through hard problems. It interesting and hopefully will give me some advice and help me in my situation.

Creak, creak, I saw a slither of light and instantly knew it was my mom. She walks through the small door slowly, with no grocery bags. The last thing that I want to know is that she never ended up buying anything at the grocery store.

“Where are the groceries?!”

“I don’t have them but, but I found this sheet of paper all over the grocery and I, I know this person.”

I leaned over to take a look at the paper that my mother was holding and read the description at the bottom of the page. Yesterday at 12 pm, a criminal was found. He was known for killing two grandparents in a white house. The killer was wearing a white cloth over his face which made it hard to identify his identity.

Right off the bat, I knew this was my grandparents. The only thing that was missing was who committed this crime.

“Mom This was the scene I saw! I swear that this what I saw!”

“Ok ok. Calm down. We still have to report this to the cops.”

My muscles tightened up in fear while my mother reached out to grab the phone that was on the kitchen counter.

“Hi, this is Emily Pace. I am reporting about the crime last night. Yes, my daughter was there during the crime last night,” said my mother.

One of the officers started to talk, “Hi, ok is it possible if you could drive her to our office in order to talk about this?”

“Sure. We will come right now.”

My mother hanged up the phone. We both stood up, slipped our shoes on, and fast walked to the car. My mother turned on the engine and played some music. I looked out the window and saw people, birds, and much more. I felt really calm and happy since all this crime happened. Thoughts that were going through my mind that made me scared. Like will I ever be killed by my own father? Hopefully not, and hopefully today we could solve this horrible problem.

Minutes later, we parked our car in the police officers parking lot and got out of our small, black car. Walking towards the big police office, drops of sweat dripped down my forehead. I suddenly got super nervous and don’t know if this is a good idea. I didn’t want to tell my mother this because I am sure that this will be the way to solve my problem but talking to a police is getting my mind really nervous…

My mom grabbed the doorknob and opened the door quickly. The first thing that we saw was a big desk with a receptionist.

“Hi. I am here to report the crime that happened about a week. May I please report this to a cop?” said my mom politely.

“Sure, ma’am. Follow me.”

I grabbed my mother’s hand and we both started to walk calmly behind the officer. We were walking which felt like forever! It seems like I’m in a maze. So many turns and loops.

Seconds later, we approach a small office, with a small desk, and with a small cop.

The cop started to talk in a vivid voice, “Good morning!”

“Oh good morning.” my mother replied

“Describe me what you saw little one.”

“Well, I kind of forgot but I know that when I went down to the kitchen, I saw my grandparents dead and there was a man with a with a cloth over his head so I couldn’t recognize who it was.” I look at the floor as I said that.

“We have been searching since the crime for a suspect. We haven’t found him yet but we need you to find a way to describe more f what happened. If not there will be no way for us to solve this easily,” the cop said, “I have an idea! For it to be easier to remember things take pictures of the moment or write about your day in a diary or something.”

“Ok, thank you.”

That was one of the best ideas someone had told me. I always try to take pictures of things, but I forget soe this time I can write my day in a diary in order to remember things. I have one at home but I have never taken the time to even touch it!

Moments later there was an awkward silence in the room for some seconds. But seconds later big heavy stomps were leading its way into the room. The guy had handcuffs wrapped around his hands with most likely a cop who was holding him from escaping.

“Sir here you go!” Said an officer handling the criminal to the other cops hands. The criminal took a seat and the cop started to take notes on his appearance. Since he was wearing a white cloth, the police officer stood up and took the cloth off.

I examined his face and couldn’t believe it! It was my father!? What a bad person I thought!

“This is my husband!” said my mother in a very disappointed voice

“Well, it indeed is. Not only have we figured out that he killed your in-laws but also he had killed yours in-laws daughter. He also had told us that since his parents had accepted him he would kill his parents for that.”

I had never thought that my father had killed my aunt, even though I wasn’t really close to her.

“Well thank you for your time, and we will leave this in your hands.”

“You are very welcome. Do not worry because this will be in good hands! Have a nice day!”

We started to walk through the huge maze again walked back to our car. My mother started the engine again and drive back to our house.

I stepped out of the car and headed into the house with stress leaving my body. Never have I ever experienced such a thing, but thank god I told my mother so she could solve this disaster for me.

Days later and the cops updated us that my father will be doing serves such as, picking up garbage and cleaning the police office. Also, I would never be able to see him again because my mother is scared of him doing any crime again. But this did not really bother me. I did not want to see my father again because he is such a bad person to me now.

The only thing that worried me a lot was my grandparents. They had died which made me very terrified but today I went to their funeral to say goodbye. Luckily my father wasn’t there because I would have been extremely mad at him for doing what he had done to my grandparents. I couldn’t stop crying because of my father but I had to accept it and move on with life.

From the day I had talked to the cops, I have been writing about my days and different ideas in my journal. This journal had been one of the best ideas ever! I was very happy because now I can be like a normal person remembering things and move on with life.

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