Here is the photo and my story:
Everything was so close. It seemed everything was so far away. No one to rescue me. Just me.
I think about freedom sometimes. I think it must be
worth anything, but I can’t be sure. And, more than anything, I want to be sure.
Sure…do I want to give up all that I have for some solitary journey to some dream I have? My eyes are red rimmed and teary.
“Go now,” my mother whispers. She kisses my salty wet cheek.
“I will send for you soon,” I promise us both.
“Go now,” my mother whispers again.
“I love and thank you for this,” I whisper back.
And then we are parted forever.
thank you Barbara Taylor for supplying our prompt photo this week!