On the day of my birthdate I was so depressed that I wanted to get back home. We said our goodbyes to the people that stayed to finish the cleaning and the reconstruction of the city. Father wanted to stay a while longer to see if he could find out who did this but I insisted for us to leave. We left with father's still thinking on the mistery.
On our way home we had so many arguments that I just forgot that it was my birthdate. Mother reminded me of it by giving me her necklace. It had a pendant that could be opened. She told me not to open it until I was twenty. I took it when sudenly we came to an unspected stop. We were being robbed. Ohhh great! What I needed to finished my birthday...