ALONE

I always wished for silence to be alone. One morning that wish came true—my house my street the whole city stood empty. Shops open food half-eaten but no people. At first it felt like freedom but soon the silence grew sharp heavy. I cried on the swings where Papa once pushed me begging for everyone to return. The river whispered with strange faces in its depths and the streets shifted into places I didn’t know. I wasn’t just alone—I was trapped in a changing world.