Everything began the moment that strange light poured in through the window. I had woken up early that morning, and the house was unusually quiet. My mother had already left for work, and my father hadn’t gotten up yet. When I pulled the curtains aside, the sky looked paler than usual. The light had an odd color, somewhere between yellow and blue, and it slowly moved across the walls of my room.
At first, I thought it was just a trick of my tired eyes. I washed my face, prepared breakfast, and sat down at the table. However, the light was still there, as if it were watching me. I stood in front of the bookshelf and looked through my old notebooks. One of them fell to the floor and revealed a piece of writing I didn’t remember at all.
The writing talked about a decision I would make in the future. As I kept reading, my heart started to race because the lines described my day exactly. At that moment, I realized the light was not ordinary. It wanted to show me something. I closed the notebook and took a deep breath. For the first time in my life, I began to question whether the path I would choose truly belonged to me.
I went to school with these thoughts, but I couldn’t focus on my classes. While the teacher was speaking, I drew the shape of the light on the blank page of my notebook. My friends were laughing, but I couldn’t silence the growing question inside me. If I had really received a sign, ignoring it wouldn’t be easy. On the way home, I looked up at the sky and was sure the light was still watching me.
Maybe this story would be written years later, but that day I understood that some beginnings are quiet and slowly change a person. With this thought, I walked on, feeling afraid, excited, and strangely ready.