Today I was engulfed with the prospect of no gold. Many of my friends experienced the same. My fellow campers and I have built a sort of bond, linked with the excitement of finding gold and the days that pass for us to return. Some friends are close, others tag-along. While my friends and I were disappointed by no breakfast, we each started boasting of our family’s happiness and willingness to accept the tough times. Their voices filled with longing to return as each person shared, hidden by the slightest hint of a smirk. I am sure even I mimicked their behaviour. I miss my family too much for me to bare. As I was panning this afternoon, my tears mixed with the water of the river. Only one of my friends can fully understand the meaning of this display of remorse. Fred has become like a wall to lean on when I am down. He’s a very understanding person who has suffered many losses of his own. The one that even brings tears to even my eyes is the loss of his children. He refuses to say any more than this: “they fought as brave as knights.”My body has become a pain to lug around these last few days, but at some moments the pain drives the sadness away from my family. I better get some sleep now, the head of the camp said there’s a surprise awaiting tomorrow.
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