A Wanderer

I was running...though I knew not what I was running from. My mother had not told me. She had only told me that I had to get away, that I had to flee...that I might never see her again. And I hadn't. She was right. I barely remembered where I had come from, it had been so long since I had been home.

My long black hair caught on a branch. I struggled to get it loose. Ah...it has been so long since I have even been able to brush it... My thoughts returned to memories of home as I continued to struggle onwards.

Grandmother and Grandfather looking regal in their court dress....Uncle whistling blithely down the hallway...Papa swinging me in his arms....Mama smiling and singing me to sleep at night.... I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I did not see them coming. With one swift blow, they had knocked me to the ground. I feel, unconsious, and they stole from me the one thing I held dear....