I remember Grandma mostly for the arguments we never had.
She was an immigrant widow who claimed things were better back where she started.
I would angrily think on everything people sacrificed for the right to build dreams on this soil, but I'd bite my tongue on my response: "So go back."
"Things were better where I started." I said today, and was glad for the times I did not speak, because now I know.
Some places can't be gone back to, once you leave-
no matter how promising the soil,
or how loved the person
who rests in it.
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I'm participating in StoryADay, but it looks like I'll be blogging without a computer so I'll be going on my own timeline. This is Day 3's challenge to write a 100 word post.
Have you been up to any writing challenges lately?
