Sentimental Journeys

I see the light stretching far ahead of the van to illuminate our path towards our new home. I do not know what time it is, but I know the sun has gone to bed. The chill sends shivers down my spine as I try to think of the warm surroundings of our previous home.

I turn my head and look back in the hope of being able to see the smiling faces of my kin but alas, the only thing visible are the headlights of other vehicles. I feel the tears stinging my eyelids, holding back for as long as possible. I check to see if my face can be seen but thankfully it is not. Then, I allow my tears to fall. They too, are sad to have left their roots behind. In silence, they flow.

Then, I pause to force myself to think positively.

I try to build the courage to compose myself because I don’t want my husband to think I am unhappy to be with him. My daughter has fallen asleep. Poor thing. She has no idea what is happening and neither do I.