I used to have little hope that he will show up on my birthday. But he didn't .
My first birthday without him is full of sorrow and emptiness. My friends didn't Cheered me much. For a little refreshment I went on to hill where my brother used to rendezvous with his friends to discuss what happened to my parents. I half expected his friends would come with his message so I waited until dusk.
When I am about to leave I came across one large and old tree. I am seeing it since my childhood but today I happened to see a strange mark on it. Which looked a little familiar. An idea struck my mind suddenly and I ran for my house.
I started searching my entire house including the tunnels connecting many rooms which none of parents nor my brother visited. These rooms are supposed to be secret between me and my grandma. When I am five I saw her
Sneaking into a room and then I promised her that I would not tell anyone about this rooms. Afterwards she took me in but I remember nothing important except bunch of books and some antiques. After she died I never went into that rooms as they are so confusing to seek my way back. My granny use to barely recognize the path. That symbol I saw on tree seemed to belong to rooms in this tunnel. Especially some books have full of these symbols. I remember some of them because they were frequently used by her.
I would have not dared, but my necessity, curiosity screwed me up. But my granny made so sure that I would never go in there at any circumstances. But I started to believe that this is worthy enough to take a risk.