Father told me when I was just a little ole thing- "Don't you think about the city. Too many wolves in there. They eat country lambs like you and I. You've seen the movies. Country lamb heads to the city, parties around, then she meets a wolf. Soon she's runnin' back, realizin' the city ain't for lambs like her....Lambs like us."

Still, the day I announced I was going to the city, he didn't mention the wolves or how I was a country lamb. He gave me his special knife and helped me packed my bags. I could tell from the look in his eyes he wanted to convince me to stay, but my own glances refuted his words as soon as he thought of them.

"I love you, be safe." He said.
"I will, don't you worry. I'll call if anything goes wrong." I assured.

I know the city is full of wolves, ready to eat a country lamb like me.

But it's full of lights, and hope, and all sort of things a lamb like me could never know.