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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
And that’s how it’s done!
😀
Thanks, Dale! 🙂
This one gave me a few hours of writer’s block. Ouch! 🙁
That so can happen, can’t it? You came out pretty darn fine, if you ask me!
Thanks. 🙂
Loved the last three words, in fact loved it all.
Thank you, Michael! 🙂
Beautiful
Thank you so much! I appreciate your reading. 🙂
This is wonderful.
Thank you, Anne! I appreciate your reading. 🙂
Loved it!
Thank you so much, Susan!
What a sweet momma.
Thanks for reading, Imelda.
Wonderful story and enjoyable! Thanks, Nan
Thank you, Nan.
So relieved she was welcomed home. Great story 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
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
Thanks. Yes, I can never understand a mum would turn her back on her kid for anything less than murder or similar.
Your line is murder, eh? Interesting. 🙂
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.
Wonderful sentiments captured beautifully, Sascha.
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 .
Doors are often closed but rarely locked. Nice one Sascha
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Thanks, Keith!
Well written, Sascha! Excellent tension from so few words.
I had a feeling Mum would take her back. She understands 🙂
Great phraseology. Loved the last sentence.
Thanks so much!
Dear Sascha,
Wonderful story. I’m relieved to find her mother so understanding. Chances are she was once that girl herself. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yes. Thanks so much, Rochelle.
I’m glad she had the faith in her parents to return home.
this made me misty-eyed. please pass the tissue.
Thanks.
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
Thank you so much, Lynn.
My pleasure 🙂
Oh, I’m so glad her Mom welcomed her with love. This is a wonderful story, Sascha. :o)
Thank you!
Sound advice from mum 🙂
Thanks for reading, Iain!
Good for mum. A wise person.
Thanks! 🙂
An accurate portrayal of life! Well done, Sascha!
Thank you, Miles!
Return of the prodigal, luckily she’s has understanding parents. Well written
Mama knows best! Nicely done Sascha 🙂
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
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.
Lovely heartwarming story.
Thank you! 🙂
The parable of the Prodigal Son (or in this case, daughter) come to life.
Thanks, James
That was the ending I was hoping for! Beautifully written.