03.2 A long awaited haul

It always eased my mind looking upon the stretch of horizon spread accross from the sea, especially at night like today. The air cooled the tips of my fingers, reminding me that it was getting late. Mom would get angry if I stay past my bed time, especially these days. Since the past few weeks, many armored men have started gaurding the streets. Though the town should feel safe with them, it feels suffocating. In this small town, why must they heave thier presence? Everyone is in a sour mood because of them.

Yesterday even Uncle Maurice was angry at his daughter and me for playing around outside. He was always a kind man, I don't understand why does he have to be so angry. I hope those guys just go back quickly.