She walked through the forest again, past the lonely oak tree and through the small bushes. She knew her way around by now, having walked these grounds just a few months. She use to hate the idea of living in front of a forest.
“It’s like a fairie tale,” her mom use to say. It was just a couple of weeks ago that her mom was there with her.
Amanda walked across the strong log, crossing the river below. Her mom had held her hand the first time, tried to anyways, but Amanda pulled away and almost lost her balance.
She wish she could have one more moment to hold her mom’s hand again… before her mother ran away.