This is a short story i wrote for my Creative writing assignment in class. The rooster crows. It’s 5.30 in the morning and the sun is yet to rise. I look out of my window to see the far-stretched mountains half-hidden by clouds. It is the same beautiful view I see every morning. But nothing is the same today. Papa is gone. If he were here, he would have come straight to my bed, woke me up and wished me a good morning. But Papa is gone. It’s a cold morning and it feels good to snuggle up in my warm blanket but I am feeling lonely. I just cannot bear to stay in my room any longer. I arranged my bed like Papa had always told me and headed straight to the kitchen. Mama and Ayo are already up and preparing breakfast. There is silence except for the crackling sound of the freshly burned wood, which is supposed to be welcoming on such a cold morning but it isn’t today. Papa is gone. If he were here, he would have sat ...