Your students are having a funny little conversation about independence today. Chests puffed up, Daniel and Ava bragging about how mature they are. You laugh bitterly, swirling the dregs of your dark coffee. Independence seems so glamorous until you’re shoved into the harsh spotlight, your cane in life ripped away as you wobble, confidence and perseverance gone into the grave along with the heart you used to call yours. You give the tiniest shake of your head at the kids as they giggle, romanticizing what finally broke you. They’d see. Someday. Emotionless, you take a slow sip of boiling coffee.
Gautam Sen
23/7/2021 07:52:50 am
Poignant
Pamela Kennedy
23/7/2021 08:36:16 am
They, too, will have to discover the meaning of independence...nicely written, Aerin.
Sue Clayton
24/7/2021 04:46:57 am
Independence sometimes exacts a harsh price.
Mary Wallace
24/7/2021 05:58:59 pm
Ooh this is bitter.
Aerin Bernstein
6/8/2021 02:41:21 am
Hehe, thank you ;D Comments are closed.
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