Three rigid yet gracefully curving arches stood between me and the future. Each step I took towards the grand entrances, or more like exits, led me closer to a better life, but further away from the comfort of my brothers. Their understanding yet agonising expressions as I told them I was leaving burned in my mind and I winced at the memory. Looking back on it, my arguments now seemed weak. Each time I repeated my words in my head, they sounded more and more like pathetic excuses to abandon my brothers. They claimed they didn’t mind, but I could see through the facade that masked their thought of betrayal. But freedom was to sweet. One breath of it and I couldn’t let go. And as the heel of my shoe touched the rocky path ahead of the arches, I let myself forget, just for a second, and savour the moment.