Life under water is not as glamorous as movies like 'The Little Mermaid' would have you believe. I suppose if you had a tail and could breathe under water, the ocean might be a more interesting place to live. But I don't have a tail, I cannot breathe under water and even though it is all I've ever known, the ocean is not my ideal place to live.
For reasons that are still unknown to me, since the moment I was born into this world, I have lived in my submarine. The only time I have been out of it was for a brief few moments, 23 years ago, while my mother held my in her arms before saying goodbye to me for good. I was raised on the submarine by a woman I call Pearl. She is 62 years old, as of July 17th and she knows me better than anyone. Her graying hair, small arms and kind smile have brightened my days stuck in this old, blue, ever-moving submarine. She provided the books that let my imagination run wild, filling me with dreams of a world outside of this small, lonely prison. She cooked every day for me and thought me how to read and write and protect myself. She taught me to love myself and know my worth and when it was okay to be angry with someone. She is why I am who I am today.
So when the opportunity to escape and leave my home came, leaving her was what made it truly hard. I knew she couldn't come with me, and she knew that this is just what I needed to do.The night before I left, she had hugged me so tightly and had whispered a poem of bravery in my ear before leaving my room. So when I found the hatch still unlocked from when she left for groceries the next morning, I knew she had left it for me.
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Hello! So this is all I've written so far, I know it isn't much but I had the idea and just jotted down a few lines, I wanted to get some opinions on it before I continued any further! So please, like, comment, follow me for more if you like what you read! Thanks a bunch, you guys!
-Tink
