It was tough to leave home, leave Mamma and go to school.
Don’t worry sweetie, Mamma promised, it’s just for a few hours.
Until it was time to go to the hostel.
Don’t worry, you’ll be home for the vacations.
Then she was married.
Mamma, I want to go home.
His home is your home.
But he keeps telling me to get out of his home.
Ignore him. You have full legal rights…
I don’t like staying where I’m not wanted.
You can’t live alone!
What would people say?
Just grit your teeth and hang on. I did.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Ted Strutz for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this photo, click here.
Wish you all a wonderful and Happy New Year and thank you for reading!