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from my irleand story whic hissupposed to become a fatnas yseries but it's very much under construction now...
It was a wonderful feast. I had to admit that much, though I hated myself for it. Father had

passed away last week. I couldn't send my brother a note while he was still at sea. It

wasn't the right time for aparty. Everyone had decided to keep it as calm as possible,

to play slow airs and sing dad's favourite ballads. Of course, once we start making music we

feel the need for a change at some point, and one of my cousins got enough courage and

picked up the fiddle.
Now we were dancing and singing along, some of us laughing and crying at the same time. It

felt weird to know that this was arranged for me. It was hard to get used to the thoughtt of

leaving home. Still here I was, pulled into a circle of people, dancing along and listening

to their farewell song. From the steps of the house my aunt smiled at me. She was the only

person who knew where I was going. Everyone else was spreading the wildest rumours, but

no-one would ever guess the truth. As for me, i hardly believed it myself. I had to start

believing though, had to accept that my aunt was right. "She must be right," I thought,

looking at the house in the distance.