The Green Card
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  • Parts 4
  • Time 9m
  • Reads 81
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 4
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Aug 30, 2017
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.
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