"Oh, I just, uh..." you stutter, tense. You look at the elder, then walk back out of the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until I gain the courage to enter the tent again, you sit down and say “Hi, my name is Michakal” the oldest looks into your eyes and there is a silence that lasts until I start to tell my story. You say with a sad look in your eyes:
"My parents were never very present, my mother was never with me and my father was a drunk who died fighting in a bar, that's why I decided I was going to be different, different from my parents, I didn't want to be a drunk nor the shame that my mother was"
You remain silent for a moment and continue talking.
"As my parents weren't the best, I could do whatever I wanted, and nowadays I'm not proud of that. I stole from the poorest and then laughed away from them. I was as bad as my parents.
When I turned 15 my grandmother came to live with me and my parents, she taught me everything that I know is important today, to be proud of myself, to help other people, everything that I am today. After a few years my grandmother died, there was no reason for me to stay with my parents."
I get up and say to the old man's face:
"that's why I came here, to start over again"
The old man gets up too, looks me in the eye and says:
"one day you will be great"
I say to answer:
"I'm surprised to hear those words"
Soon after, he leaves and disappears into the fog.
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