All I could feel was pride. This is our home. It took years to make our home this beautiful, even when I was young. It wasn't even this beautiful back then; it was just plain. But over the years, this masterpiece was built. I know from the elders that we never really had a place to call home before I was born. We just moved from place to place. Only the chief and the great elders know what happened that made the world become a nightmare. But even in nightmares, I guess if you search hard enough, you can find light.
The whole village rushed out to welcome us, relieved to see that all of us are fine since we came home later than usual. I would go and give my report to the chief immediately, but first, just for a few minutes, I wanted to enjoy this view. I see the young who have no idea how the world outside looks, as they try to get the members of the team to tell them. Curiosity is good.The disappointment that shows on their faces when they come of strength and finally see the world is very painful for my heart, though I guess that's how my predecessor felt when I looked at the outside world for the first time. I remember being very disappointed; it wasn't even half as beautiful as the cave. There have been weirdos who remained excited, but it didn't last when they saw and felt the horror the desert had to offer.
I think this view is enough. I should go and give the chief the report before he sends someone to find me. I leave with a group who have been waiting; they had collected the buckets, and as I moved, they followed. The chief's hut is not any different from the others. When our predecessors were building, they considered quality and quantity rather than any hierarchy. The house was still at the extreme end, so I guess it still stood out. As I entered the building, I recalled all that happened; the push in the sand that day worries me.