The day we met

- Marco's POV In our world, everyone is not normal. Like my family, we have a standard of living where everything needs to be worked hard for in order to live. If you want to eat, you need to work on the farm. Like I said, everyone is not normal, everyone is different if I must say. My life is like a real-life hell. Every day I spend my time at the farm, taming the animals and selling perfectly sewed clothes that were made by my grandmother and my day ends coming home with a little amount of money. It's not enough for the all of us, it was never enough for all of us. I grew up watching my father coming home once a year from his work, fishing far away from our home and my mother planting different kinds of vegetables to sell in the market for a living. and lastly, my grandmother sewing torn clothes together in a chair. I just watched them go and come back, I couldn't do anything because I was a young child. - "Marco!" I opened my eyes as the bright shades of sun flashes on my face. I immediately got up and ran to where my mother was. I looked at her confused, "yes mother?" she'd often give me a basket filled with sewed clothes or a basket filled with vegetables so I could sell it at the market, but today, she offers a fresh dish for me to eat in the morning. "eat quickly." She looked excited and happy, I ignored her behaviour towards me because she is not always like this. I looked around, everything was packed, clothes and things was inside a box. I asked, "are we going somewhere?" She ignored my question and continued to wash the dishes. My father isn't even here, he is still in another place doing his own work. Does he know all of this? I quickly ran outside and to the nearest telephone booth. Having the thought of my father made me curious about what's happening. The coins rolled inside the box and I picked up the phone, dialling my father's number. "This is Thatcher Torres, please leave a message." That's odd, my father never turns off his phone or leave it alone. "Hey father, it's me, Marco. I miss you, hope you'll come back soon. I think we're leaving today, probably going somewhere because mother packed our things and she looked happy." I paused for a bit, thinking what to say next. "Abuela is not getting any better father. Her speech hasn't been improving since we stopped taking her to her doctor. but I took care of Abuela when mother is not home, there is nothing to worry about here and I hope to see you soon. Adiós father." I ended the call and stared at the view of plants in a block of land. I noticed a sign on one of the roads, 'government property' with thick highlighted letters on the sign. I felt threatened || to be continued ||