What if I had made this trek with Mama? We probably wouldn’t be starving to death. More hands meant more to do all the work of creating this little home.
My daddy once told me, “Move toward what you want, not away from what you fear.” I hummed the song, Mama’s song, that I hoped would take me to my new home.
Sylvia found out that Darian was no Prince Charming. Darian’s compound had been the only home I had known for the last seven years, almost half my life.