But my mind drifted back home.
Will my mother be safe? Will my rabbits fetch any money? Will my brother remember to water my tree seedlings?

On the way, I memorised the name of the place where my uncle lived in the big city. I was still mumbling it when I fell asleep.

Nine hours later, I woke up with loud banging and calling for passengers going back to my village.

I grabbed my small bag and jumped out of the bus.

The return bus was filling up quickly. Soon it would make its way back east.

The most important thing for me now, was to start looking for my uncle’s house.