I used to travel the world, sitting in my grandfatherโs lap. He had an old Texaco map, and I an imaginary friend.
The world was very flat back then, his fingers cold, so stiff so hard. Turning pages, going off somewhere new, with Amelia by my side.
The travelling did eventually stop, old age and poor health got the better of him. I lost my way the day that he passed. Will she ever come back to finish her task? To guide the lost boy back on his path.
