chapter 28

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-Years later-

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quite
For just a moment...
A

yellow sky.

When we were seventeen a hurricane
Destroyed my town
We didn't drown
I couldn't seem to die

I wrote my way out.
Wrote everything down far as I could see..
I wrote my way out.
I looked up and the town had it's eyes on me

They passed a plate around
Total strangers
Moved to kindness by our story
Raised enough for me and my sister to book passage on a ship that was New York bound...

I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote my way to revolution
I was louder than the crack in the bell
I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
I wrote about the constitution and defended it well
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I wrote financial systems into exidtence
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment
A yellow sky

We were twelve when our mother died.
She was holding us
We were sick and she was holding us
I couldn't seem to die.

Wait for it
            
Wait for it

Wait for it

I'll write my way out...
Write ev'rything down,  far as I can see

I'll write my way out
Overwhelm them with honesty

This is the eye of the hurricane,

This is the only way I can protect my legacy...

Wait for it

Wait for it

Wait for it

Wait-

The Reynolds pamphlet.

"E-Eliza?!" I screamed as I entered her house I heard her cry.

I search the house as i meet the soon to be 19 year old Phillip just standing.

"Oh, Philip." I said with guilt as I hugged him. I realized that he has grown in such a kind young man.
And he even is taller than me

I heard him sob on my shoulder.
"It's okay my son. You're father is not a good man." I said as one of my own tears role down my cheeks

"Philip, where is your mother? Is she okay?" He didn't answer. As I broke the hug and walked into the kitchen.

I saw a broken cup of tea on the floor as the newspaper is soaked in it. I saw the big words on the newspaper

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