Weekly Writing Piece:She sat alone on the empty field,
eyes closed, body still, and lips sealed, Her hands gripped the grass and felt the wind blow, at that very moment, her breath began to slow. Thoughts of her father flashed through her mind, following feelings of anger, hurt, happiness combined. She remembered the train’s horn as vividly as it was, for no one missed something as much as she does. She remembered his blue eyes and the warmth of his hand, as well as his voice and hair colored like sand. She remembered the mother she had so long ago, who is now bitter, quiet, and unlike the one she used to know. The day he had stepped onto the train was the worst of them all, since then she had waited patiently for her father’s call. Growing up alone, with a broken-hearted mother, was difficult to endure, and was a life like no other, But throughout all the pain she still felt his love, for she searched through her pockets and unfolded a small paper dove. _________________________________________________________________________________ She held her father’s hand tight, all the way through the trip from morning to night. Her face was adorned with a streak of worry, for in a few moments time he would have to be in a hurry. She heard the train’s horn wail far but close, this was the sound that she had feared the most She gripped his hand just a little bit more, and clinged on to his arms and to what he wore. He grabbed her shoulders, turning her face to face., And at that moment her heart began to race. He handed her a white paper bird, and pulled into an embrace without one word. And with that hug she buried her head into his chest, and it hurt a million times more than she could’ve guessed She heard the horn wail not far, but now here, as he boarded the train, it followed in her tears.
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