Here is the photo and my story…
That Time Ree Left Home
The morning began with an empty parking spot near the train station. To Ree, it seemed like a positive sign from somewhere within or above. She could hear her mother saying, “Rebecca, don’t ever take those signs about life that you feel lightly.”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Ree thought. She took her luggage out of the trunk, flicked up the handle, and pulled it toward the station.
Later, her mom would come and find the car. “What do you mean you’re in California!” her mother had hollered into the phone.
Rebecca thought about all those self-help books she’d read. “Mom, I really can’t talk to you when you’re so upset.”
“Upset? Upset?” her mother stammered into the phone.
“Yes, Mom, you seem very upset. I told you I was moving,” Rebecca responded.
“I know what you said!” Rebecca’s mom yelled.
It was early the morning Ree left. Old Christmas icicle lights decorated the station and twinkled off and on. The sun was rising. All along the parking lot, dirty snow was melting.
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