Feedback: hquilley[at]gmail[dot]com
Finding Freedom
by Helen Quilley
What is
this place? I feel as if I am being carried by something
other than my own will toward these children. Their faces are
radiant and peaceful...how I wish I could be like them, forever
anchored to the innocence and wonder of childhood.
A sudden
realization swarms me, it is here that I will find my sister.
I continue drifting through the children and I see her. She's 14
years old and more beautiful than any photo or memory can
convey. She runs toward me and I can't help but stare. We hug
and I
feel every haunting of that night leave me. She's okay. Without
a
word passing her lips, she tells me I have other things to do, other
paths to follow, I am free now to pursue them. It suddenly doesn't
matter how she got here. Years of my own agony are over knowing
hers ended long ago....maybe now I will sleep.