Lindagrace2 Stories

When I was a child, I wished that I could fly. I imagined breaking through the barred windows of my lonely prison, leaving everything behind as I sailed through the night. I would not need a map; the stars would be my guide as I watched the life I once knew become oblivious to my existence, disappearing behind the hills and valleys beyond. But I know better now. Because now I know that, even if I tried, I could never leave the place my family once called home.