Staggering home with a strength she didn't know she had, “Wherever home is today,” she thought. Her brain may not have been all there, but her feet somehow remembered. They had walked this road before—skinned knees, bloodied, sometimes sandy. She remembered how fast they would take her when Mommy bellowed her name.
Tonight, she just needed to sit in the room where she had so often laid, staring at the walls—but really staring at the dreams she could not wait to live. Dreams that didn’t fit into this town. But now she was back, or at least some parts of her were. She wasn’t complete, but she knew this was the one place she never had to question.
The smile started somewhere in her heart and found its way to her lips at the way her mother bellowed her name again, standing at the front door—a shadow of the girl who had left years ago.
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