A Letter To Home

5 Mar

 

I know it’s only been three weeks. I can feel it in my heart, in my inside, because it hurts so much. The fact that it’s only been three weeks of what is supposed to be my one year in this place just hurts me. I am at the beginning of this road which you have chosen for me.

The working hours are long and sometimes it is cold in here. I always try to switch my mind off while working. It will help me not to think of home I thought. But at the end of the day when the work is finished and I am not busy with the machines in the factory anymore, I think of you.

I think of all of you, sitting by the big table and laughing on John’s jokes. I think of Nell’s first steps and her innocent toddler face. I miss my brother and sister. But I miss you mother, the most.

It is snowing outside. The first snow since I came here. I look out the window and I imagine these snowflakes falling on our house. Maybe if you look out the window now, you will see me too.

 

The original post of  Flas Fiction For The Purposeful Practitioner. 

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4 Responses to “A Letter To Home”

  1. Priceless Joy March 5, 2016 at 10:41 pm #

    This is so heart touching. I can imagine this little girl writing a letter to her mother. Great story!

  2. summerstommy2 March 6, 2016 at 11:11 pm #

    Excellent piece of writing I thought you captured the essence of the times, very touching and you could imagine a person in this position thinking these thoughts.

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