At the day of winter a small group from our tribe leave to get a food.
I'm one of them.
I still remember that day we are happy, talking to each other.
When we finally got a food we are so happy that we can help our tribe.
Until we saw the smoke coming from our village, i run without thinking.
And i say 'I hope nothing happen' i run as fast as i could but when i step in to gate all i can see was fighting,screaming,fear,blood.
And i smile because 'I think of this as festival' a lot of unfamiliar face was here killing our tribe.
All i can think was all the people that came they we're smiling and i smile too because i never image that a people coming here with a big smile from they faces make me 'Happy'.
My mother i say, look mom they were happy our guest was happy.
And she was smiling back at me , i thought that this feeling was strange.
But this strange make me happy.
And i watch until our guest leave with theire bige smile.
I look to my mother , and a water came out from my eye it was strange, and i ask mom where is this water came from? i knew that we wont reply but the only thing i can do was 'Ask' i ask him and ask again and still waiting the 'Answer' from all of this.
And the last question i ask was 'What is my name'.
Its unimagirable tha we will answer it but its like a miracle she woke up and say your name was 'Mira'.
I was happy that she answer my question and i ask again.
Why was my name mire even i am a boy?.
I'm hoping that she would reply me back but she wont.
"I saw a miracle under the many question and a strange cloud falling" that i never realize that its already winter and this is snow.