The drive home was silent, but it was a tranquil silence. Different from the ride there.
Dad and I walked in the house and I could see my mom and Titan pop up from the couch with a look of hope and curiosity on their faces.
I gave them a slight wave and smile before I made my way to my bedroom.
Once I reached my room, I got my journal and began to write.
I wouldn't say I could feel the old me returning. This was a new me.
A girl that has went through trying times.
A girl that has fell out of place and is working on being realigned.
A girl that has been victimized but is now a survivor.
A girl who realizes there's more to her than being "just a girl".
I'm growing in my God given identity and there's so much I've yet to discover. I can say that through this journey, I pray I grow in my relationship with God and that my family doesn't steer away from our foundation whenever turmoil strikes. This is my journey and I know I've been given the strength and tools needed to take it.
Taking a deep breath. I closed my journal and walked over to the mirror. Looking back at me were my father's eyes full of hope and expectation.
Smiling at myself and tucking a piece of hair behind my face, I turned from the mirror and walked downstairs.
It's time for me to go be with my family.
THE END
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Just A Girl
SpiritualFed up with life as it is, Adeline can't seem to wrap her mind around the fact that her family continues to be torn into pieces. What exactly can a 16 year old do when her own sanity is spiraling out of control? Only God knows... We'll see if He can...
