The farther we rode, the more exhausted we grew and it was only hope that kept us going.
The burning orange sun blistered our faces. The harsh winds covered us in sand. The bright light
blinded us. Just as we thought everything was lost, I noticed a bunch of triangular shadows up
ahead. I prodded Kamell to run. When we got closer, the sights got clearer. They were tents set up
for the fossil dig. I told Bayarmaa, “Our parents might be there!” She agreed.
We finally arrived at the fossil mining zone. It was quiet and deserted, but we heard shouting
and shoveling in the distance. We rushed over. I asked a few people if they knew my parents.
None of them did. As we were about to ask another man, a woman popped up behind him, “What
is it?” I recognized their voices and faces immediately. They were my dear parents that I’d been
searching for!
“Mother! Father! I finally found you!” I hugged them with joy. “I’ve been searching for you for
weeks or even months!” I caught the sight of Bayarmaa’s sad expression. “This is Bayarmaa. We’ve
also been searching for her mother!”
Immediately, father told Bayarmaa, “You know what? Your mother is one of our best friends!
Let’s go to her tent!” As we arrived at a tent similar to others, we found Bayarmaa’s mother sitting
inside. She stood up and hugged her daughter with happiness.
It turned out that their dig was coming to a close, so a few weeks later, we set off back home
through the arid, parched Gobi. We were all too glad and joyful to worry about the heat. It took
us a shorter time to reach home compared to my journey. After six days of traveling, we waved
goodbye to Bayarmaa and her mom, promising to visit them soon. When we got back home, we
had a family reunion and invited everyone.
Our family lived happily ever after.
