• I walked, and walked, and walked. My feet were tired, I was cold, I was alone. I screamed for help and only heard my voice yell back 'No.' I couldn't believe it for the first time since I ran away i was finally alone. Away from the pain, the yelling, away from everything. I guess I followed the wind. I mean it brought me to everything I needed food, water, shelter. I thought it was luck until one day I stumbled upon something I thought I would never find, a friend. I realized, with the wind's help, why I ran away. I was searching for something I couldn't find at home. A friend, someone who loved me for me. The wind showed me that it loved me, that it cared whether I lived or died. The wind had become something I needed, a guide, a light at the other end of the tunnel, a reason to go on, a friend. I sat down on the rock and cried. The wind had become my mother.