Dearest Papa,
The moon looks like it is dripping stars tonight, Papa. I think you would like that. Our family is like the moon, slowly waning away until it disappears into the pool of darkness. I only hope it begins waxing again. I venture out a little more; for you, Papa. And for this Sofie speaks to me more and more, her voice a whisper in my ear. Her whispers tell me to come out of my shell. Yet it is easy for her to say. She doesn't stutter.
Mama is scared too, Papa. When I peer into her glossy eyes, I see America. I see this confining ship. I see you.
-Marta
YOU ARE READING
Sail Away
Historical Fiction"You have to beat the words, Marta, beat the stuttering. Learn to speak, to let your voice be heard." After her father's death, all Marta wants to do is hide. Hide from her stuttering. Hide from the world outside her home. Hide from her family who s...
