
I lived in a village nearest to a forest. I'm with my grandparents who are already Seniors. I never met my parents because they were already dead when I was very young so my grandparents took care of me since then. I never have friends because we lived far from civilicity. We don't have neighbors. The trees and bushes, birds and wild animals are my only friends. When I was already 7 years old, I started to go near the forest to find fruits and mushrooms as ingredients for our soup but I notice sometimes that someone's staring at me behind those thick bushes and huge trunk of trees. I was afraid so I immediately run back to our small house. At the age of 10, I went to the middle of the forest to find a herbal medicine for the asthma of my grandfather. I pick enough stock so I could save some if it occurs again. I decided to go back to our home because it's getting dark already when a wild bear bumped into my front and is attempting to attack me. I shouted for help but it's useless. I noticed my sight is getting blurry until I'm out of my consciousness. I passed out. The last thought I have before I lost my conscious was my grandparents. Who would take care of them if I die here? I was woke by the noise sound came from the river. I open my eyes and I couldn't believe I'm alive. Someone's helping me because I was in the middle of this forest when a wild bear attacked me so my saviour carried me here? Who could it be and why isn't he waited me to wake up? I need to find my savior and must thank him personally

