My life hadn't been interesting in the following days, weeks, and months. We killed lots of enemies, went to sleep, woke up, had coffee, read a book, watched movies, pooped, etc., etc. I've put my life at risk many times, and I'm lucky I'm still alive, just like a bad weed.The year was about to end. It was a week before Christmas. I could hear the Christmas carols, and the scent of delicious foods filled the air. Snow was falling from the sky.

The day seemed too slow. Was it because I couldn't ...