“Let goa’ me girl!” Her stiff arms pushed me away.
“But Momma, Daddy’s gone…”
“Hush, don’t cry.” Not wasting a glance, of her squinty eyes, my way.
She soon left me, moved to the city. People said there was work there ‘cause of the War. I started living with family; aunts, uncles and cousins. Momma’s people, then Daddy’s and some I wasn’t sure the relation. Most were nice, but I missed my Daddy, and I wanted to go home.
‘Bout three years of achin’, lost without my family. Heard Momma might be getting’ married. Maybe they’d come for me. Maybe.
"...living with Momma's people, then Daddy's and some I wasn't sure the relation."
ReplyDeleteThat bit broke my heart. Good voice. And a good picture of feeling lost and unwanted.