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The days that came later were filled with awe, days that turned into months. I would sneak out with no problem and meet her at the temple, every morning. While my father, Henry and the others tried to find more about the island, I got acquaintance with my own island: Bette. She surely was full of surprises; in the first days we talked in our special way, I could tell she was really smart as it took only two times to say something in English that she already memorized it. Sometimes I needed the help of the dictionary, but things were improving nonetheless. After a couple of months her English was kind of fluent.
You are wondering how come none of my travel friends found out about my escapes, truth is they were really a bunch of idiots. Telling them that I was going to take a nap was enough; I just needed to leave the camp through the back of my tent. They had no clue, not even my father. By the time that everyone was back, they would find me in my tent, reading or drawing.
“How is the search going?” I asked my father, one morning.
“Very good, my dear” he replied. “The crew also managed to fix the ship, once we are finished with all this, we can go back and tell everyone what we discovered”
“Great!” going back. Did I really want to go back? Bette was there and she was the only one that made me feel myself. She understood me, we didn’t need perfect English to talk to each other, her eyes could tell me anything and I would understand her with no trouble.
I got an example of how not seeing her anymore could have been that morning. I went to our special place but she was nowhere to be seen. It was happening again. When I was little and had the fortune to know a friend that could really comprehend me they suddenly disappear. Leaving me in the despair of solitude. I couldn’t really understand why, I spent the day asking my mother what was wrong with me and she could always try to make me feel better, telling me how beautiful and good I was, and she had this power, this gentle way of making me believe anything she told me and in a matter of time I forgot all the bad things.