A year ago I discovered
my happy place. It’s not a place I’ve ever been to. In fact, it’s not even in
this country. It smells kind of like sewage and fish but not in an overwhelming
sort of way. The sun beats down on my back and I feel
sweat dripping down. My eyes are closed as I take in all that I can
with the rest of my senses. I hear children laughing and shrieking as they
play. The air tastes like smog. When I open my eyes I see I’m standing in an
alley with two brick buildings on either side. There is a dumpster at the end
of the alley. The ground is a mixture of pavement, dirt, and rocks. There are
children playing and when they see me, they begin running towards me,
screaming my name. I notice there is blue, white, yellow, and red graffiti on the
building to my right. I realize I’m in India and take off to play with the
children.
God gave me this special
place in my heart a year ago and by the end of this year I’ll hopefully have
been to India and found my special place in the real world.
