When Hope First Appeared at my Doorsteps

“When Hope First Appeared at my Doorsteps” – by Cara Jin A strange knocking on my door awoke me from a deep slumber. Groggily, I walked to the front of the house and opened the door. Standing at the doorway was no one. As I shut the door, something came in the doorway. A white mist swirled around the room and started to ascend the spiraling staircase. It wanted me to follow it. I was afraid of it and glued myself to the door. But it kept beckoning me to follow it. It led me to my room and knocked a picture off of my bookshelf. It was a picture of me as a child, smiling happily as if nothing in the world was wrong. With a poof, the white mist vanished. Before it went, It spelled out “H-O-P-E” in the form of a cloud. I picked up the picture and smiled back at myself. That was the day when hope first appeared at my doorsteps.