Adrift

CHAPTER II

You may not know who is Watching you, But they sure do.

Meredith continued to stroll down the long, grassy hillside, the rippling orange, sun rising over the horizon. She bent down and picked a long-stemmed yellow flower. “Perfect!” she thought. “This will go well with the orange ones”. She starts to sing a song... Suddenly, she freezes. She recognizes a memory of somebody singing to her in her youth. The song made her remember the warmth that she felt around that person. It was one of her fondest and only memories. Now however, all the people from her youth were lost from her mind. The song was about a person who lost somebody, and then found them again. Meredith felt she could relate perfectly. Apart from the fact that Meredith never had, and believed never will, find the people who gave her joy in her youth. Find her identity. Meredith looked up to see the small leaf continuing its way with the breeze, giving it a bit more attention than before. Meredith continued her way down the hill, still picking the alluring flowers for her shop. They were as beautiful as the dwindling sun over the sky-blue ocean. the approached the riverbed feeling the cold, rippling water on her feet. She started thinking about who she was before the incident, did she still have a family, if so, where are they. She continued her. she comes across another tree filled with flourishing frangipanis. She picks one and puts it into her curly, brown hair. She continues to walk down the hill, but she comes to a stop halfway. She sits down and investigates the far distance; the village were her flower shop is shone with light. She could see it all. She had always known that there was something missing in her mind, she thought as she advanced down the hillside, now completely ignoring the beautiful blue tulips poking out of the long grass. Not something. Somebody. For years she had lay down in her bed and wondered who she was. Who were her parents? Did she have siblings? Who were her uncles? Aunties? Grandpas? Grandmas? The river rippled next to her as she thought about this. The leaf watched Meredith as she sauntered down the hillside, looking absent-mindedly into the shimmering air. The breeze didn’t let it touch the ground, and instead the leaf twirled and twisted through the current.