She looked at her life and all the milestone. Turned each rock down her mental beachside as the waves kissed her feet.
She couldn’t see the memories but felt them tugging at her heart. She cried out “Grandmother, Chewake how did you stay strong?” Then felt her spirit embrace her. Don’t worry little one. You will grow strong. He knows you love him. He will come running back to you as he did as a child. I silently wept back physical and internal tears. I will be strong. I will carry on. My grandmother did and so will I.
I have put mahaleta98.wordpress.com back online. Feel free to look back. I will from here on stay on this blog because it got tiring going back and forth between the two blogs.