Bound Homeward #amwriting

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Bound Homeward

I ran away with a boy when we were both still children because I believed love ruled the world. All of the tender thoughts, the soft caresses, kisses into nightfall became anger, bitterness, disgust.

I lingered on the pathway home.

“You run off, don’t bother coming home,” they’d said. Yet here I was, hopeful, sad, wary.

The curtain rustled, the door opened, and I stood there, a shell of the once defiant, in-love girl.

I stepped forward. Mama smiled and opened her arms.

“There’s a whole mess of living to do, girl. Mistakes are just part of it. All of ours.”


end 6/30/2017

Sascha Darlington



55 thoughts on “Bound Homeward #amwriting

  1. Moms are the best. They intuitively say the right things (on most occasions) and they never give up on their little ones. Beautifully written. Cheers, Varad

      1. Well, there are robably other offenses….but then it could launch into a philosophical discussion regarding nature vs nurture, and how responsible a parent is for the outcome of their child and what the child could do to society.

  2. Those doors are always open for us,no matter where or how we go astray – the mom’s heart’s . Beautiful story of unconditional love, Sascha. Loved it .

  3. Dear Sascha,

    Wonderful story. I’m relieved to find her mother so understanding. Chances are she was once that girl herself. 😉



  4. Ah,that’s wonderful. And so true – you can’t grow up without making some pretty big mistakes in your life. Just as long as you learn from them, that’s the main thing. Well written, Sascha

  5. Heartwarming, Sascha. I’m so glad she had the courage to go home when she did. It would be wonderful if all parents were like the one in your story. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne

  6. I enjoyed reading this.
    Nice that Mama smiled with open arms, as she always would.
    Then again it seems you choose to run away with the wrong boy, Mama’s right.

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