When I was 5 years old, Mom got very ill and had to pause her life in a hospital. Dad was off for business so she found me a family in the near of her where I could stay. There I played in the woods. Day and night. Just me and I never felt scared. Never. Today when I start to think what might be when I die I'm not feeling very comfortable. That could be another type of darkness. And even if darkness never managed to scare me, this new and unknown type most probably would.
