“ Take care ! Papa ! Take care !” Mandi shouted .
But it was all late . Blood dripped down from the dagger . Our father was … killed . We didn ’ t believe it , how can he be killed . He liked jokes , this must be one . Until one minute later we faced the truth . But my mom didn ’ t seem like she wanted to face the truth . “ Hack , ke , hack , hack ( coughing )” “ Are you okay Mom ?” Jasmine said distressfully . “ Yes , mom are you …” Mandi added , but was broken-in by Mom ’ s cough . Two days later mom died because of some unknown disses . That Day was the worst day in my whole entire life . I thought to my self : How can this happen , this is not possible . My life was already bad enough . I met my stepmother and she threw me out of the wagon and now … I do not know how my life can be even worse . Now there ’ s only me and my two sisters . I did not know how we can live through this .
“ It was all because of you ! You Hoodoo ! It is you who killed mom and dad . You ! It is all because of you !” Mandi said angrily and burst into tears when she said the words mom and dad . From that , we did not talk to each other for days . How can this be my fault !
We did not quit know how to drive a wagon so we just walked . “ I can not walk anymore , can we just rest , please !” we walked and walked until Mandi protested that she can not anymore . If she did not complain about this , the one will be me . We all did not sleep well last night I bet . I cried all night , and I believe that I have only slept for one hour .
It was the third day till we started walking , we did not want to move on , and most importantly we didn ' t know where to go anymore . The only good thing is that we have enough food . We sat there waiting for some help , we asked every wagon , if they are going to the same place as us . But for the whole day , there was no progress . Night fell , we had nothing to do , so we are going to bed . “ Pitter-pat , Pitter-pat .( sound for walking ) “ Did you hear it ? I heard something , I think is someone walking towards us . Who will be here this late ?
Oh no it must be a robber !” Jasmine whispered to us .
“ He is coming closer , quick , hide !” Jasmine squeaked . The man spoke again “ Hey ! Why are you guys hiding , is there a robber ? OMG , Let me hide too !
Quick !” “ Please do not k .. ki .. kill me , I beg you ! What do you want , I can give everything to you ! Please do not kill me !” I begged him . “ What ? I am not going to kill you . Do you think I am a people killer ? Ha , I am just a farmer . Why do I need to kill you anyways !” He laughed and taunted me .
This is how I met him , he is the one who saved our lives . He brought us to the town . He gave us a home , he helped us in life . He is a nice man , he is like my third father . There ’ s actually no luck , But I thought life will always become better .
Blessings never doubles , disasters never come alone , my sisters , both of them , then be flushed away by river water when they are mining for gold . At first I did not believe it , this seemed impossible to me .
This time life really cannot be worse . I thought to my self : Maybe Mandi is right , I am a hoodoo , maybe I am cursed . At that point , I almost wanted to end my life , but again I thought to my self , life will always be better , and over time this kind of feelings got weaker and weaker .
This was twenty years ago , but it is still like yesterday . In this I have grown , I became stronger , both inside and out . I went on this journey , the journey to the west .