It was the tender age of twenty when they saw him walking away.
Infidelity and gambling were what he chose over them.
His shoulders down, his smile not meeting his eyes.
He was gone in the night with not a trace to be left.
She clutched to her sister and wondered what could they have done.
Were they not enough for him, or was he not enough for mom.
She guarded her heart and stopped thinking too much.
Throwing away those who tried to chain her down,
she only thought of how to run away each passing day
This shabby home, this rundown town.
There's nothing for me, and there's nothing to do.
The prime time of twenty-five, she packed her bags and said good-bye.
The rising sun was calling her name.
She worked from day to night, running towards this dream
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Short Storybecause it is the little things that counts, that moves our hearts and that leads me to you... "Some journeys take us far from home. Some adventures lead us to our destiny" - C.S. Lewis A mother's story told from the eyes of her daughter through poe...
