Words Of Spite
His voice was brimming with phony pride as he continued, “You have five minutes.” With her eyes darting away as if she wished she were somewhere else, Mom was by his side. She felt as though shame was a weight that she was unable to lift. His comments were overshadowed by her silence. Although I could tell my stepfather was happy, I thought that five minutes was both the beginning and the end together.
Words Of Spite
Stepping Into The Wind
I opened the door without saying another word. As though pushing me on, the cold wind bit my face. As I abruptly moved, birds flew from the porch rail, scared. As I stepped into the unknown for the first time, my bag thudded next to me. Leaving the house that had once protected me but now appeared to be nothing more than four inhospitable walls felt strangely liberating. I put my past behind me and prepared myself for whatever lay ahead.
Stepping Into The Wind
