Back when I was just a normal, baker's son, my life was uninteresting. I'd spend all day helping with chores and making bread. When my work was done, I'd just go to the ocean and have a long walk on the beach just before the sun sets. If I was feeling in, I'd go for a swim and come back home before the dark settles in. That was that. It was simple, and I was happy.
Never did I have to worry about tomorrow as I knew everything will turn out just fine. We didn't have much compared to the others, but it was alright as I thought I already had everything that I needed. My father, my mother, and me. It wasn't perfect, but it was home.
I'm coming home. We're all going home.
Vivid pictures of the spectacular views of the bays of Jaffa flashed behind my closed eyelids. Already, I could here t
