GOING HOME

She stood there standing numb of all feelings. The wind kept playing with her hair and blowing her dress around her feet. All she can think about was about how unfair every was. Life…Fate…and even God Himself.

When She was just a toddler her father had abandoned her and her mom. But she bravely faced it all and didn’t shed one tear. She was too young to feel any thing. At the age of 10 her mother committed suicide, she stood there froze looking at her mother hanging by the ceiling. She never cried out, didn’t make one sound. She wished for things to get better.

At the age of 15 she was brutally raped. She took the hurt in. Never complained to God. Never showed any sign of anger, any sort of revenge. She moved on hoping life would finally be kind to her.

At the age of 19 she got married and her husband got killed weeks after the wedding. She stood there frozen in the winter cold at the funeral. Not one tear rolled from her eyes. She held brave face and knew things would one day be better.

Weeks after the death of her husband she lost her baby.

So lost all hope. She belived in the rainbow that was goning to be ther after the storm, but in truth there never goinng to be one ever again, not for her.

Everyone she loved had left her…her father…her mother…her husband…and now her precious child was taken away from her She can still go on as if nothing is wrong but she has had it with lying to herself. She just had enough of life shooting challenges at her way.

She looked down from the terrace. Yes the world down there doesn’t care about anything but themselves. As for her she has nothing to care about. Everyone she cared about has been taken from her. She never asked more from life, just for life itself be kind to her. But seems like she was asking for the impossible.

She walked to the edge and spread her arms and pushed her self. For viewers she might seem like she was falling, but she knew she was flying. And she was flying to her loved ones, her family. She was going home.