I have always been drawn to the water, as if I needed to feel it’s waves tickle my cheeks and comb through my hair. I had always had a connection to animals and plants, as if they knew me. I always despised the way my father would kill innocent animals only to snag a feeling of success. Maybe it’s a good thing he’s dead. After the death of my father I had never felt happier. I know I should have been more sad than glad, but I can’t help but feel somewhat relieved. If you knew the way he treated me you too would be glad of his death. He would often beat me and punish me mercilessly and repeatedly. Mother had said he loved me, but I know not what he has done to show it. Usually would hide in the comfort of mother earth, hiding in caves or burying my face in the tall grass. I would often come back dirty and full of mud and father would disapprove, more beatings and more punishments. After this I would find myself hiding in the arms of mother earth again, but she could only do so much to protect me. So, yes. I suppose this death should be a good one.