I've done it all, I have achieved my greatest dream yet I feel empty. I cherished all those who deserved it, and silenced the undeserving. I've come so far through this treacherous road yet as tears flow down my face, I don't feel the accomplishment. Was everything I did for nought?
"The only thing standing between you and your goal is the story you keep telling yourself." I silently muttered to myself as I read and cleaned the books of my abuelo. These books have been in the attic for so long, a treasure from the past yet they are here, slowly degrading. "Are you done cleaning, hijo?" grumbled by my abuela and she added, "Come on now, we have a lot to clean up, the moving company is coming!" I smiled at her and replied, "Yeah I'll be done in a while, these are treasures, you know?"
As I continued what I was doing, I found a book covered by a tela hidden behind a box. I immediately went for it and as I held it in my hands, I felt the dust-covered worn hard-bonded book. I cleaned it with my trapo and read the worn out title, "La Sociedad Secreta de la Justicia." The secret society of justice, that is such a rich name for a book, I thought. As I opened it, a trail of musty old-book smell filled the air. A thrill of anticipation went through me as I flipped through the first few pages of. Intrigue went through the roof as I discovered that it wasn't a novel but my Abuelo's diary. "Quite a strange title for a diary, lolo." A tear formed on my eyes as I muttered to the heavens while slightly laughing. My abuelo hasn't died for long but he still never fails to make me smile.
A short burst of deep honks brought me back to reality. I really am in trouble now! I whispered to myself and not long after, I heard the shout of my Abuela, "Alejandro, I told you already, pack up and arrange the books on the truck along with other items!" After a few hours of back-breaking, sweat-forming, and snot-forming work; we've finally done it! After a few minutes of break time had gone by, I went to the bathroom and cleaned the dirt I picked up today. After that I dressed myself, and together with my family, we went out of the house. My father, for the last time, locked the gate. As I heard the metals clicking, I looked back to see the house for the last time. This house was my home, my childhood, and my memories yet today I am leaving it all behind. Tears formed on my tear ducts as I was reminiscing about the past.
"Let's go now, your Abuela is tired and wants to sleep on a bed as fast as possible." blurted out by my father. I closed the door slowly as Ientered the taxi solemnly, knowing that a new chapter would start anew, and there was no turning back.