Create My Kingdom: Chapter 4

Samuel:

After learning the ability to crawl around I decided to try and figure out what my father was up to. He would be gone all day and come back covered in black soot and sweaty all over. Maybe he was a miner. That would explain why he was such an overly large man. In the morning after receiving breakfast from my mother, I decided to follow my father out the door while he was leaving. From the crack in the door that was covered by my father's legs I could make out a lush beautiful forest town. Everyone seemed to be smiling. I attempted to push my father's legs to almost usher him through the entry point. I wanted freedom. I wanted to see what he was up to each day, but alas my father noticed me, and spoke in that foreign language and plopped me back inside.

After a few months I had gotten pretty used to everything. I have picked up a few new words that are spoken between my father and mother. What really seemed to help is them pointing at objects and saying the name of them. It seems like the gifts that God gave us when we transferred over haven't activated yet, or maybe they're on standby for when we get older. The endurance gift I had asked for would have come in handy. I get so tired after a while of crawling that I generally just sleep after a while.

Now that I'm a year old I think I'll finally be able to meet my wife again after a long hard year. I overheard my mother talking to my father about dinner. Judging by the conversation it seems like we're going to have people come over. Then finally the day came. I was in my baby prison when the door swung open to loud joyful laughter. My father ran to the door and ushered them inside. There in the arms of the woman was a baby. Much like myself with dark hair and olive skin. I could tell by the life in those eyes. It was my Clarrisa. It was my wife.

Clarrisa pawed at her mother's arms to let her down. The lady finally agreed, but I had already escaped my prison cell for babies. Charging towards the baby, we clashed into each other. I still didn't have any issues with speaking English. I had practiced many times while lying in my crib at night.

"Love"

I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, and I could feel tears welling up in my own.

Our parents probably thought we were just being overdramatic babies, but not being able to see someone you spent every single day with for over ten years. It wears on your mind. Only having the company of two people who speak a different language. It wears on you. Now that we've been rejoined nothing could stop us now.