whispers of the wind

A journey back home

The drive to the countryside feels endless, and I'm consumed by a mixture of grief and nostalgia. Tears blur my vision as I navigate the winding roads, each turn taking me closer to the place I once called home. My thoughts drift back to the city, to Ethan, but I push them away, focusing solely on the impending reunion with my family.

To clear my head, I decide to turn off my phone, silencing the world of texts and notifications. The car's interior becomes a cocoon of solitude, allowing me to confront the emotions that threaten to overwhelm me. Memories of my father and the life we shared together rush back, each one a precious fragment of my heart. A sense of guilt washed over me as I wonder who was with him in his last moments. 

When I finally arrive at the farm, I'm met with open arms as my mom rushes to embrace me. Her face is etched with grief, and we hold each other tightly, holding onto the time we lost in each other's presence.

"Oh, Seraphina, my darling, I'm so glad you're here," she whispers, her voice catching on the words.

"I'm here, Mom. I'm here for you and for all of us," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper feeling like a child again.

Walking through the farm's familiar grounds, I feel a mixture of emotions swirling within me. The sight of my beloved horse, Storm, brings both joy and sadness. Storm was my companion for years, and even though I've been away, there's an unbreakable bond between us. As I approach, I notice that he takes a moment to recognize me, but soon enough, he nuzzles his head against my hand, welcoming me back with a soft whinny.

The day is spent settling back into the farmhouse, surrounded by memories of the life I left behind. My childhood room, filled with books and cherished mementos, embraces me like an old friend. There's a comfort in being back, amidst the countryside's serenity, the whispers of the wind a soothing balm to my weary soul.

As the evening sun paints the sky in warm hues, Mom and I sit on the porch swing , sharing stories and reminiscing about Dad. Each tale evokes laughter and tears, a reminder of the beautiful life he lived and the legacy he leaves behind.

"Your father loved this place, Seraphina," Mom says softly, her eyes glistening with tears. "He was so proud of your writing and always wanted you to follow your dreams, just like you did when you left for the city."

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of her words. "I know, Mom. But being back here, it makes me realize how much I've missed and how much I left behind," I admit, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

She places a gentle hand on mine. "Life is a journey, my dear. Your path may take unexpected turns, but as long as you follow your heart, you'll find your way," she reassures me, her words bringing comfort in a time of doubt.