Chapter 64: Back to Drewbrook
The morning was like a painting come to life, the sun rising in a symphony of colors, the dew on the grass sparkling like diamonds. The air was crisp, cool, and carried the scent of morning's promise. Birdsong filled the village, a joyful chorus of life and hope.
Moth stood on the porch of his home, his eyes drifting over the familiar sights of his life. The vibrant hues of his beloved plants, the worn furniture that held so many memories. His heart felt heavy, a lump rising in his throat, as he said a silent goodbye to the life he knew.
Moth had made a choice, a choice that would change his life forever. Leaving behind the comfort of the familiar, he was stepping into the unknown, chasing a dream for himself and his son.
He had said his goodbyes, the weight of their love and sorrow heavy on his heart. The village head had understood, his friends had wished him well, though their hearts ached at his departure.
