#campfiretime

Saw my brothers. I missed them a lot

I didn’t know he asked them to travel all the way here. It’s been years since i’ve seen them. They didn’t recognise me either.

He didn’t believe i was his “daughter.”

“His daughter is in yukon, working as a lumberjack.”

I told him.

“His youngest son however, works as a mercenary who kills other people over and over again for god knows what reason.”

I buried his daughter in Ontario years ago. His son came crawling out of the grave with dirt under his nails and scrapes on his knees.

I am what haunts the back of his mind. His failure as a father to keep his daughter alive, feminine.

I punched him. Hard. I hope it hurt.

There is blood on my gloves. I think i need a new pair.

I’m heading back soon. I’ll see everyone soon.

I have arrived. Just crossed the territory border 30 minutes ago?

He was waiting for me at the door. Waving at me.

I’m around his height now. I used to be so small when i last saw him.

I walked up to shake his hand, to try be respectful,

He didn’t even recognise his own son.

Said “who the fuck are you? Did my no good daughter send you? I’m looking for-“

Currently hiding out in the bathroom. I had to leave my hat, goggles and balaclava in the kitchen where he’s sitting.

I don’t want to spend the night there.

With him.

I regret leaving my favourite hat at base. But I’d rather not lose it.

…..

The fuck does he want anyways.

Some nice dude let me take his old quad bike.

Hopefully i’ll get there by sundown. It gets too cold at night.

I missed being in the cold somehow.

It feels welcoming,

Unforgiving

My father once told me and my siblings,

“The snow will eat you up if you stay outside for too long”

I haven’t been eaten yet,

But i hear the cold

Growling and screaming

Be back in the morning!