She couldn’t take it anymore, her life had taken too many turns and was now twisted beyond untangling. Janey was approaching her twentieth birthday and had decided enough was enough. She packed her bags and sat down to write a letter. “What would she say?”, she wondered, “And would they even understand?” As the pen fumbled against the pages, she penned the words “I’m leaving” on a stark white sheet of notebook paper. “But where are you going from here”, a voice whispered. Enraged, she scribbled the words “anywhere but here” and she left, leaving the baggage behind her.
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Natalie Stover
I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!
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