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Beth Brower
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December 30 - December 30, 2024
“We cannot always predict the outcomes of our actions, Miss Lion, however well intended.� I stood. “What else is life but a string of outcomes beyond our control?�
I told Mr. Pierce how we lived in a cottage, my parents and I. There was a wood with a river. A garden. A hill for walking. Laughter in the kitchen where my mother arranged flowers and my father painted. It was, in a word, the only word. Home. I braved a look at him. “They both died within the same year, and home was taken. Gone. I’ve not been back since. Couldn’t bear it, I think, to see others living in our places. It was such a wrench. To be ripped away. To scramble for earth and air. To find some of that sense in a person only to lose it again. I� I can’t bear it, Mr. Pierce. Can’t bear to
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“It’s messier than we ever imagined it to be as children,� he said. “What?� “Life.�
And I hadn’t realised until that moment how much I’ve missed that feeling, of someone inside your four walls watching out for you. The feeling that home isn’t just a place, but also people. I’ve forgotten it could be.
“I suppose we all wish for that,� I said. “Hmm?� he asked, his thoughts elsewhere. “To find where we belong.
