"Over the River"

After I awake and have my morning tea and bread I run off to escape.

Mother says I’m getting to old to escape now that I have become a woman.
Mother says I should start preparing myself for a man who’ll surely come along and marry me. Like always I reply with " why must I marry, cant I explore and not have to fuss with getting married?" Mother never liked these questions, she tried her hardest to explain them as plain as possible. But her explanations would always end with “its something every woman must do” and that was it.
I would run off to escape, but it really just was the forest down by the river just across the bridge. When I was six I discovered it, covered with green leaves and singing birds. Oh how it was those bird that kept me coming, that beautiful melody that they sing. Down by the river was a very big tree with branches that reached far near the center of the river. Thats where I had my care taker Anabell tie a swing to it.
I would sit on that swing and swosh back and forward over the sparkling river but never once did I fall, having the breeze push through my face was the best thing in the world. The feeling of being free like those birds that rest all around. I must admit I envyed those birds so much. I wanted to fly across countless seas and over undescovered land so much. Swinging there on that swing was all I’d ever do.
Anabell was my care taker up until I was eight the men in suits came one day and left with her. That night I remember the cook and house maids whispering
about my lovely Anabell. My last memories of Anabell where of her being worried. I always loved her stories and the way she laughed. I loved her and I know she loved me too. I have a memory of her showing me a necklace she always wore, it was a little gold star. It was a lovely star, except when I asked her about it she quickly covered it up. I understood later that night, what she was and what I was. She was worried all of the time checking the windows and coloring her hair. I liked her better a bruennet, she perferred blonde. That day the men took her away I saw the same star she wore on her neck, except on her arm.
It’s only mother and I now, father went off to fight in the war. I missed him so much I miss his sent. Father was tall with golden hair and fair skin, he was a rather handsome man. But now that the war is over father has yet to return. Mother say’s I’m a woman now but I still feel like a child, and a child is all I wish to be.

"Over the River"


Bolingbrook, United States

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