It was the year of 2006, after a long ride from Bucharest we were all exhausted after arriving in the Carpathian Mountains, Transylvania. It was a boiling hot day, and topping that we were extremely tired and weary. We were staying at my mom's cousins. They had a sturdy house, but a huge territory that they mainly used for farming. I was eight years old at that time and even a slightly bizarre object or story interested me. At the farm there were quite a few animals, goats, chickens, fish (in the pond) cows, and a well which they got all their water from. I know it's just a well but I never used one in my life. My mom's aunt was very nice and cheeky (because she would always smush my cheeks) and she made the best lasagna and and moussaka. I remember when we ate dinner on the porch watching the golden sun set on the mountains. It had blistering beauty, golden on the inside but a surprisingly odd yet graceful shade of orange on the outside. At that moment I felt at home, watching a beautiful sunset eating a delicious dinner, but most importantly I was with my loving family and I realized how much other people would give for what I had. That memory is heart lifting and whenever I am sad I think of this and I always go back to a good mood. I remember the fish in the pond jumping out of the water during the sunset, dancing pleasantly. I remember that evening, whilst climbing up a hill I chased a butterfly into a cove without permission and I stepped into a puddle and I could see my own reflection, the butterfly had settled and I had caught it in a jar. I heard my mom call my name she said it was time for dessert, and I released it because where I would take it, it wouldn't feel at home.
Also what happened that year.
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