Memory 63
Softly, gently but strongly you cradle my body against yours. A rare nightmare on my part. I grew up in a country were my life wasn't valued but I loved the land. I resented its leaders even today I follow its progress with a scepticism and hope. My family starved to death. The world where being healthy was a distant dream. Organisations of help treated with equal parts of reverence and contempt. I grew up and then was forced away from the world I felt comfortable in. Sometimes I selfishly wanted to go back but I knew no home there.
A/N: I've just been dealing with a lot this past week, especially emotionally. This memory reminds me of hope, for reasons beyond me.
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