My mother called me over as I was washing my dusty, worn out, sandals. I quickly put them on and went to my mother's side, surprised to see the sudden caravan and camels surrounding our house. Then, a familiar man came in from the dust. I realized it was my uncle, who I haven't seen in a long time. I quickly embraced him into a hug, and fetched him some water to drink. He thanked me, and went to talk to my mother. While he was approaching my mother, I quietly pretended to feed and water the camels. I admit, I was spying on them, but it was because I was curious. I saw my mother with her eyes wide while my uncle was talking, and she turned slightly pale. I was worried for a slight second, then when my uncle faced me, I quickly looked away and continued working with the camels.
That night, my mother came up to my bed. She had a perplexed look on her face, and looked at me. "Crystal, your uncle will be staying with us for a week, and I want you to make him feel comfortable," she said. I nodded and watched her walk away in her flowy, white clothes. She almost looked like a ghost. The days went by fast. My uncle showed me the inside of his caravan, and we even got to ride and travel in it for a few days. It was the first time in my life that I felt freedom. I never knew or cared about why he wanted to take me. Besides, his caravan was almost like a little home on wheels. There were some food in it. Meat, small bottles of honey, some vegetables, rice, and some sweets for desserts. Time passed, and soon it became the day he had to leave.
We were saddened by his news, but then he asked me a surprising question. "Crystal, will you come travel with me? I have already asked your mother, however, she said it was your choice. All those times when I took you to small travels, a trip inside my caravan, feeding and grooming the camels, they were all small practice for when you come travel with me. I understand if you want to stay, but if you please consider my offer, will you travel with me?" my uncle said sincerely. I was appalled. No wonder my mother looked pale. I was worried that if I left her, she would have to do all the things by herself, and it didn't help that my father was still working in the fields, coming home tired and sleepless each night after I've gone to sleep. I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but I rejected my uncle's offer. He nodded to me in approval, because he understood my situation after I explained why, and then he saluted to my mother and rode off with his camels and caravans. My mother and I both teared up a little, small beads of tear drops rolling down our cheeks, while hugging each other. Then we slowly went inside, and never saw my uncle again.
That night, my mother came up to my bed. She had a perplexed look on her face, and looked at me. "Crystal, your uncle will be staying with us for a week, and I want you to make him feel comfortable," she said. I nodded and watched her walk away in her flowy, white clothes. She almost looked like a ghost. The days went by fast. My uncle showed me the inside of his caravan, and we even got to ride and travel in it for a few days. It was the first time in my life that I felt freedom. I never knew or cared about why he wanted to take me. Besides, his caravan was almost like a little home on wheels. There were some food in it. Meat, small bottles of honey, some vegetables, rice, and some sweets for desserts. Time passed, and soon it became the day he had to leave.
We were saddened by his news, but then he asked me a surprising question. "Crystal, will you come travel with me? I have already asked your mother, however, she said it was your choice. All those times when I took you to small travels, a trip inside my caravan, feeding and grooming the camels, they were all small practice for when you come travel with me. I understand if you want to stay, but if you please consider my offer, will you travel with me?" my uncle said sincerely. I was appalled. No wonder my mother looked pale. I was worried that if I left her, she would have to do all the things by herself, and it didn't help that my father was still working in the fields, coming home tired and sleepless each night after I've gone to sleep. I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but I rejected my uncle's offer. He nodded to me in approval, because he understood my situation after I explained why, and then he saluted to my mother and rode off with his camels and caravans. My mother and I both teared up a little, small beads of tear drops rolling down our cheeks, while hugging each other. Then we slowly went inside, and never saw my uncle again.
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