I was disappointed and realized that I no longer had a place there, but the more profound realization was that I understood that I never had a place, to begin with. Knowing this made me feel homeless in an emotional sense and singed roots. So, I became like a propagated plant changing vessels as I grew but never able to be planted in the ground. This fact can be seen in my record of never living in a place for more than 3 – 4 years after the age of 18.
This is a short story detailing a young girl’s experiences and the journey to the biological facets of womanhood.
Here is an excerpt from a short story I wrote a few years ago called Land of the Endless Babblers. A tale of the silly people I grew up around.
A sampling of my short story written in 2009. Of course, this is an autobiographical piece so names and locations were change to keep the peace.