Description: God is the Author. I am the sharer.
I wish my mother was here, she thinks as she looks over the unfamiliar surroundings. But she didn’t leave on the greatest terms with her mother, and her mother isn’t here.
She wearily pushes her hair out of her eyes as the landscape continues to change. What a week. What a year!
Change is hard. It fills her with no little measure of uncertainty and yes, even some fear. She misses her own home, her own room, her family.