MissMorgan
It was stolen. I don't know by whom. Or where it was taken. Or how long it will be gone. But it is.... gone. And I'm not sure if I'll ever get it back. My pride.
I often wonder, as I look back on the complete disaster that was my perceived perfect childhood, and I wonder. Is the mothering - or lack thereof - to blame? Or is it just me? Probably just dad.
I felt the rain fall for the first time in what seemed like forever. I stood there and let it soak my hair, pour down my face, off the ends of my fingertips. I stood there until the water formed puddles around my feet. I felt happy. The drought was over.