Even though I was tired sleep didn't come easy that night. It felt like someone had tied a big not in my stomach. With so much uncertainty all I could do was pray that night I prayed until sleep finally came. When I was awoken by my mother's nudge and her voice in my ear " It's time to get up we're leaving soon." I woke up groggy and my body was sore feeling the effects of the walk the night before. We all enjoyed one more meal and thanked the couple once again for their generosity. The further we got from their home the more the not in my stomach tightened. I dared not to complain though because I knew I was not the only one suffering. When I could no longer see the old couples house the not inside grew even tighter. The longer we walked the more I asked myself is this even worth it. Is the struggle for uncertainty a battle we should be fighting. I know why we walk but I just can't help the thought. I want to blame my father for doing this to us but I can't I know it's not really his fault and I also know this wasn't easy for him either. I was lost in my circle of thought until our guide spoke.