Last night my sister came back from uconn and I had to help her with her bags with my other sister. On the way I saw a silver full moon on our way to the trainstation. When we got to my sister she had alot of suit cases more than 3 people could carry. I took most of it . On my back front and legs. It hurt like hell. I lost my way three times and was sweating all over. I wanted to stop but I didn't . Then I saw the moon again in the night where creatures scurry. Bright pale yellow shining in the obscure sky above. I glanced at it found the strenth to carry it home. The door was already opened. I almost collasped at the entrance. My beother said they needed more help. Even though I was already beaten and sweat through my shirt I scurried back to my sister with my heart hurting mouth tating like blood under the moonlight. People stared as I ran past . I saw one my sisters carrying some she pointed down. But I came too late a guy was already lifting it for ger. I took over and took over and even up the stairs. My adrenaline lv was so high. Perhaps it was the full moon that gave me strength still visible even today in the mourning.