licensed2kill

When I was 5 years old, my parents and I were travelling through Canada together. My mother and I got trapped under a branch that was too heavy for any of us to lift, so my father left to get help about 4 miles away. Soon, about an hour and a half after we were trapped, a pack of voracious wolves appeared. They looked at the easy prey that lie before them like it was a big juicy steak. They ripped my mother to shreds. During the murder I managed to escape from under the log, but it was too late. I couldn’t help her. I was broken… The wolves circled around me, and I feared that I too would soon follow suit, until it seemed that their hunger was satiated and I posed no threat to them. One of them seemed to sense my emotions and came to embrace me. Still crying salty tears, and completely abandoning all remembrance of my father, the other wolves followed the leader’s example. The rest was a blur, but I remember ending up in their den, with a new family. Nearly nine years later, my wolf pack has died off, leaving me as the only remaining member. I return to the United States after years of isolation from humanity, feeling alone, depressed, but stronger for my experience. My social skills are still redeveloping, but the sharp wit and cunning that I was exposed to still remains. I share my story for those who would care to hear it. I want to share that you must forgive and love your enemies in order to be happy. Today, I am very happy.