The Autum leaves float to the ground growing in patches and adding to the affect of a delicatly laid carpet. The sun warms my body and smiles brightly, wrapping its long kind fingers around me stealing away any worries or bad thoughts i own. At this one moment nothing matters not the past, nor furure just this moment right here. But i know soon i will have to force my unwilling body to stand and walk away from the sun and back underground where i spent most of my days in near darkness working to get dinner for Emily and I. My sister Emily is only eight and not yet harmed by this harsh way of life, her heart not yet filled with the sorrow that confines most of us and her soul still sings loudly whilst the rest of ours sob in pity for ourselfs and the lives we live here in this small gloomy village.