Feb 2017
Grandmother, not my own, gently handed me the rice bowl, a soft smile I have never seen before on her now aging face appears, and she quietly whispers: "What are you running away from my child?"
Allowing the rice bowl to freefall and unable to contain the guilt, fear, shame, and trepidation that have held me hostage for so long I began sobbing uncontrollably.
"I know that I do not know, grandmother.".
As we sat there on grandmother's old wooden floor and watched the stars decorate the skies above I couldn't help but come to the earth-shattering realization, "Is that all?".
Perhaps it is.
Allowing the rice bowl to freefall and unable to contain the guilt, fear, shame, and trepidation that have held me hostage for so long I began sobbing uncontrollably.
"I know that I do not know, grandmother.".
As we sat there on grandmother's old wooden floor and watched the stars decorate the skies above I couldn't help but come to the earth-shattering realization, "Is that all?".
Perhaps it is.
