why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying.
There I was with my face hiding behind the skirt of my Grandma. She was arguing with two looming strangers standing at the front door. Grandma was holding my sister, three years younger. There was anger and shouting. I didn’t understand except Grandma kept saying my sister was too young to go. I remember as it was only yesterday, “let Linda decide, she’s old enough”. How could my Grandma do this. Terror crept through me.
I was young, only five years old but I knew I was expected to make a decision. Now I knew the woman. She was my Mother and wanted to take me away from the only home I knew. It was happiness and safety here. She went on to tell me how I would have friends with her. She wanted me, how could I hurt her and say no. It was then that I noticed a man standing behind this woman who said she was Mother. A chill went through my body, my heart fell and I saw evil. I was now destined to leave my home and happiness behind.
Life was never happy and carefree again.