Such is the Life of...

It hasn't been a week since my father passed away, and they're already on to me. As I walked home from class, I kept noticing signs. Not just any subtle sign, but so obvious that they were hard to ignore. Get this: the total of my snacks I got at the corner store was $10.01 EXACTLY. And I swear those electronic billboards would flash the number 1,001 and disappear as soon as I fixated my gaze on them. And just now! Just now, I got a text from this unknown number declaring that "I'm being watched." LOOK AT THE TIME! Coincidence? Unfortunately, I don't think so...

As time goes on, I no longer feel alone in my space. I feel a constant presence; someone is stalking me. I walk down this alleyway all the time. Day, night, storm, or snow, I walk down this alleyway to get home faster. I know the neighborhood like the back of my hand, and my neighbors are trustworthy. But tonight, coming home from the night library, I felt...different. The alley felt foreign to me; I knew which way to go, but I didn't feel like it was the safe neighborhood I'd always known. Something was watching me. I looked back several times as I walked, and I snapped a couple of pictures. Does anyone see anything?

My mom decided to take us to the sunflower fields today. She knows it's my favorite flower (and my favorite song, ha-ha). Maybe she knows the pressure is unbearable now. I can't ignore the pressure any longer. Although I don't have a choice, I know this isn't just about me. My entire family depends on me. No... Not just my family but the universe. I don't want to seem like I'm not scared; I'm terrified. But there's this glimmer of hope that always shines through. Just like the sunflowers, I must point towards the sun. I must look towards hope.