I work at a bread shop with my Aunt Calla who’s a beautiful red head. She owned this bread shop for almost 30 years and I’ve been working here since I could walk. But sometimes in the summer I used to work in the mines till my dad went missing in one during an earthquake, after that moment I never went back in a mineshaft ever.

It was getting really late that the sun was just below horizon. I took my money and food and I said good-bye as I walked home. As I walk through the door my mother was at the table knitting something I couldn’t make out.

"So how was work Kodath?" said my mother.

"Same old, the stove is getting old so were trying to get a new one."

"I see, will you go see if Clira is in her room so I can get dinner prepped."

"Yes ma’am."

I have a little 8-year-old sister name Clira, she was born a bit deformed and doesn’t have a left leg, but we still treat her normally and it doesn’t even bother her. In fact, she may be the happiest girl in the village, which makes me happy too.

I walk up to her door and knock on it.

"Clira its time for you to come down and eat dinner." I don’t hear anything so I open the door, and I see Clira on her bed crying.

"What’s wrong Clira?" Then I saw her hand bleeding.

"What did you do!?"

"I-I cut myself while using the knife." said Clira.

"Why were you using the knife?"

"I was *sniff* I was making a figure with a piece of wood I found."

I shook my head as I took her hand and pulled her down stairs to mother and my mother took her and patched up her hand.

"What were you thinking?", my mother said as she was cleaning Clira's tears with a cloth.

"I saw a piece of wood and earlier I saw a man carving into some wood so I thought I’d try it."

"You can’t just use sharp tools like that, that’s very bad, what would happen if I and your brother weren’t here."

"I-I would go get help down the village."

"Still." my mother sighed as she fixed up dinner.