Little Town Of Modric

Dedications

                     SHE SCREAMED
Her lungs held strong against the trees.
Her voice carried in the empty woods.
Alone in the woods was a girl who would always be a daughter.
She would always hold the responsibility for her family, the name that came with it, and the anger of her mother and mother's mother.
Although they could not see her, they could feel her rage.
Although they could not understand her, they felt her presence.
As strong as the wind that blew past everyone.
She had many names, for this is a story about more than just one woman but many.

This story is dedicated to every women who raised me.