 We run and run and run. We run to avoid being seen by those men in the truck. I didn't want to hide in a bush along the way. I knew that if we both simply run as fast as we could, soon, we would reach our farm and be safe,  for our dad, mom, and grandma were there.
 Finally, we reached our farming land. We looked for our mom. What? Mom was not there. Dad was not there. Grandma was not there.
 We checked to the hut. Nothing. Usually, mom brought our clothes and lunches inside a bucket. Also, mom used to bring a bag to keep her things and ours. Nothing.
 I was gravely disappointed not seeing my parents and grandma at our farm after all that just happened to me and my sister. We both had to face such an extreme danger of being kidnapped. That was awfully scary. It was all beyond what could be told in words.
 Exhausted, disappointed and still in danger at the same time, since mom, dad and grandma were not there, I wanted to cry but I couldn't since I had to think faster. I said to my sister, we needed to leave the farm and took an unusual shortcut path to get home to the village.
 We didn't follow the usual path, rather we took another path rarely taken. We run or we walked as fast as we could through bushes and swamps, then, walking up on a steep landscape. I knew that those men in the truck were not the locals, so, they hardly could follow my sister and I on the twists and turns of the path we took.
 The temperature of my body was still hot out of running and walking fast. Soon, we read a dam, we felt safer. I heard the sound of water. The wind blew softly. We walked slower, taking breathes.
 After a few minutes leaving that dam, we could see our house from a distance. We felt calmer. We decided to slow our paces. In less than 5 minutes, we already reached the main asphalted road. Houses were started to appeared at the left and right sides.
 Passing through a bridge where a river flew down there, and still up to today, we kept on walking uphill, turn left, and we were home.
 Our school uniforms were full with lot of Biden pilosa's seeds. Our school bag packs were on our backs. We were exhausted and worn out.
 From a distance before reaching our yard, I could see my mom there, drying paddy-grains. I was speechless seeing her there. If only she was at the farm instead of there, I told myself. If only I knew that my sister did tell me the truth that mom asked us to come home in the village instead of going to the farm.
