It all ties together (6)

I was walking along a road when up ahead I saw a station were you have to show police officers papers to get through. I saw that I could climb over a mountain and get to the other side without them even seeing me.

I was climbing and found an orange tree, I got an orange and sat comfortably on a rock and ate my breakfast bread and an orange.

The view up here was beautiful, but suddenly a woman’s voice interrupted my thoughts, startled I turned quickly and saw a woman carrying pencils, paint brushes and a easel "May I paint you?" asked the woman, she was older and was not wearing very expensive clothing but had a very nice smile. "Umm, okay." I answered in surprise. She started to set up and said "The sun rise is beautiful on the mountains." "Very beautiful." I agreed.

When she was done painting me she invited me to go and spend the day with her at her house. I accepted and walked with her to her house.

Her house wasn't as big as the other house but it had all the home qualities that you needed. I stayed for supper and she was stunned when I set the tale so beautifully I felt really open with her so I started by asking her name while we were eating. "Sophie Bang," she replied. "And your self?" she asked in return. "I am David." We sat in silence for a few seconds when I asked "Is there a king in Denmark?" She looked surprised and answered "How did you know I was Danish? Yes there is, here I'll see if I can find a picture of him." she got up and started searching. I spotted a picture that Sophie had taken out while looking, there were many people in it but I saw a woman who was very interesting to me. She had grey eyes and a nice face with a graceful smile. "Who is this?" I asked pointing to the picture. "That is a friend of mine, her story is very sad, her husband and son were taken away from her and were killed. I don't expect you to understand."

 'How could someone who has had so much taken away from her still smile?' I thought. "Here he is," my thoughts were cut short by talking "here is the king. Magnificent, isn't he." she handed me a picture. "Very."

I woke up in Sophie's house, I came out of my room and got my things together in my bundle, Sophie was watching me and I looked at her and said "Thank you for letting me stay here miss Bang." "It was my pleasure." she answered happily. I set off determined to go on with my freedom; I had to find the woman who I knew was my mother.

The king of Denmark.

Where the woman had painted me.