Up above the hills lived no one except Rebecca she had a house she never called it home her eyes were swollen whenever she came to play with me she introduced me to mister brown her best friend her favorite bear the only one in the house who listened to her when I held her hands they were trembling her smile was sunshine golden yet fading towards the dusk. "Mom, I made a new friend" "Where does she live?" "Up above the hills" "Don't meet her again" but I kept meeting her for the love of fairies and witches in her tales "They are always fighting. They hate my existence." I wondered what she meant it sounded gloomy "You are the best part of my day" she would say. When the rumors spread I could not see her I was told to keep a distance from Rebecca "Don't you know? Her father is a monster. You might become their dinner if you follow her home" so I stopped meeting Rebecca she stopped coming to school I never saw her again. It's been eighteen years I haven't seen Rebecca I miss her when the sun rays hit the leaves of the oak tree we planted together I know now there are no monsters no fairies, no witches but I believed everything I was told I wish I could see the despair in her eyes every evening when she headed back to the wretched house. Up above the hills I am waiting for you Rebecca, I hope you are doing fine.