Change is an interesting thing. Being subject to that to the extreme is far from comfortable to most. It was to my husband and I at one point in our lives. However, when change is a constant, it becomes that of the familiar face of an acquaintance. Over the past years, change was all my husband and I knew. We were young and always moving around. A small remote village in Bulgaria was something we agreed would be a positive change for both of us.
As we began our new lives, we came to the idea that stability and consistency would be more than ideal. Familiarity had once been a close friend ours before the Great War, now it seems a distant acquaintance.
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A Forgotten Past
Historical FictionOn a cold February night in 1920, a young woman finds herself attempting suicide, due to the feeling that she does not belong in her family. Anna felt as though no one in her family understood her. She felt as though she was looked down upon for her...
