Written feelings

Retyon sat at the desk in his room and quietly wrote in a book, the quill forming perfect lines. The ink drying immediately, as his hand moved across the page. "It seems like a long time ago that she left us. I do try really hard to remember what she was like.. but people don't talk about her much and I'm almost afraid to bring it up. I know she loved us and I keep seeing her.. in alleys and shadows. I know it's not really her, but I can't help it. I miss her so much. I see others with families and I try to remember what it was like, but I can't." Retyon set his quill in his ink bottle for a moment and looked at his hands, not sure if he should write what he wanted to next. He reached his hand forward, again picking up the quill. "I ran into Sfen last night. He told me he tried to reach Mom, and that he did. She said she loved us. He wants Ra and I to come visit. I'm just really confused and don't know what to do. Maybe I'll figure it out." Retyon set the quill down and crawled into his bed, leaving the book open, in the hopes that he would write more tomorrow.