The epiphany of a girl held mental prisoner by her mother. |
Today I brought home the man whom I love for meeting my mom is, alas, a must. I had hoped she would adore him, a kind heart weighed in his favor. All she'd asked for, you see. She shook his hand courteously and then asked the questions I knew only too well. “Where do you attend church, my dear? I don't think I've seen you around.” My love shifted his weight. “I am afraid I don't go to church Ma'am, the last time I went my family was hurt.” And in that moment I saw it- her face lost all animation. She had made her judgment. “You two have fun now, go out on your date. Sweetie, we'll speak when you return later.” I clenched my fists and glared at her. She'd done it again. Already my love was rejected. I made to retaliate, she'd angered me so severely, but then I felt a warm hand clasp my own. My love was smiling at me, his kind brown eyes swept away my anger. It occurred to me just then that, should the world object to our being together, it wouldn't matter anyway- real love knows no such boundaries. We can still be happy. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |