Rest House

Birds chirping, trees dancing, and sounds of the flowing water that comes down from the mountain. I could even feel the fresh air out here, and it made me feel calmer. I take a deep breath while I sit on the big rock in front of the beautiful waterfalls. It took me 3 hours to reach this place, from the city. I left my car beside the street because there is no path in the forest clear enough that will fit my car. I used to come here whenever I felt sad. This place is 30 minutes away from my grandparent’s house, which we call our rest house. I accidentally discovered this place when I was young.

I was 14 years old when my dearest grandmother died. I was so close to her, and I couldn’t accept her death, so I ran away from our rest house. From that time on, whenever I feel sad... I would come here. It helps keep me calm and clear all my thoughts away.