A Fresh Start
letters that have caused pain are burned in a ceremony on a pyreI knew the keys for my future happiness would be forgiveness; closure. I prepared a pyre, then gazing at the flames meditating on purifying, transforming through fire. burning the cause of my pain; the letters, one by one. First one lit; an heirloom of Mother’s naivety? Stupidity? Irresponsibility? Telling my father in law I put my daughter In your hands. Looking at me over the letter he mockingly said What a foolish woma...