They are all looking so pleased with themselves. It’s no wonder – loving parents, comfortable homes, everything they ever wanted. When they finish this shift in the store, they will be drawn like moths into the rosy glow of the bosom of their family, ready to begin their festivities. But what will I be going home to? The lies I’ve told about my ‘family’ to try and fit in with these girls. Little do they know that the home I will return to will bring me tears and pain as I try to endure the awful things that go on there.
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Lynda this is so sad it brought tears to my eyes. I want to take her home with me for a proper Christmas.
Poor girl. Makes you want her to open-up to the other girls and find out if any of them are in similar situation and/or can help her. Nice piece.
nicely done – though very sad – you really feel for the girl.
Aw, so sad. I hope the stroy continues with her making some big changes in her life in the near future.
Very moving – a powerful take on the prompt. I want to rescue her.
How awfully sad she sounds with a building bitterness at the edges.
This is just so so sad. Just want to scoop her up and take her somewhere safe. What a very sensitive and moving take.
Misery yearns for company here. Hope she doesn't get too bitter. Good, but feeling sad now :~(, I'll best read another piece …
Oh this is so poignant, Lynda!
Oh my goodness. I thought this was going to be a girl grumble piece. So much sadness here Lynda. Great writing!