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A Mother's Embrace: Sight Unseen
"The purest love is a mother's love,"
the great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore.
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A #WRITCO Inspiration
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TRAVEL
THE
SEVEN
SEAS
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The sun painted the sky in strokes of gold and pink as I, Tamara, soared through the clouds. I was not a bird, nor an angel sent from the heavens—I was simply a girl with wings. Born in the bustling streets of Mumbai, I had always felt like a misfit, an aberration in a world of sameness. The whispers of the wind were my lullabies, the open sky my playground, and the horizon my ever-elusive destination. My heart yearned for the woman who had given me life, the American mother whose warmth I could feel in every memory, yet whose face remained a blur in my mind's eye.
I had been orphaned at a young age, left with only the tales of a mother named Rachel, whose love for me was as vast as the ocean she had crossed to give me a chance at a better life. Her letters, written in a language I could now understand, spoke of her homeland, a place called the United States. It was a land of opportunity and freedom, where the skyscrapers kissed the clouds, much like the way my wings longed to. Rachel had hoped that I would one day find myself there, among the stars she had promised were within my reach.
As I grew, so did the ache in my heart to find her. To feel the warmth of her embrace, to hear her laugh, to see the love in her eyes—those were the treasures I sought. Yet, there was fear, too. A fear that if she saw the girl she had left behind, she would see not her daughter but a creature, a freak of nature. I had to hide my gift, my wings, the very essence of what made me uniquely me.
I had flown across continents and oceans, a silent guardian of the skies, my tail a silent companion to the moon. I had seen the world from a perspective few could ever dream of, but the one face I longed for remained hidden. And now, as the lights of a distant city grew closer, I knew my journey was nearing its end. The city was New York, the place where Rachel had found a new life with a new husband—a place where I hoped to find her, and somehow, find myself as well.
The wind played with the strands of my hair, whispering secrets of the city's grandeur and the promise of reunion. Yet, the anticipation was a double-edged sword. What if she didn't want me? What if she was afraid? The fear grew as the buildings grew taller, their shadows swallowing the light. But I had come too far, flown too high, to let doubt deter...
the great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore.
🤰🏽
A #WRITCO Inspiration
🫂
TRAVEL
THE
SEVEN
SEAS
🌈 📖
The sun painted the sky in strokes of gold and pink as I, Tamara, soared through the clouds. I was not a bird, nor an angel sent from the heavens—I was simply a girl with wings. Born in the bustling streets of Mumbai, I had always felt like a misfit, an aberration in a world of sameness. The whispers of the wind were my lullabies, the open sky my playground, and the horizon my ever-elusive destination. My heart yearned for the woman who had given me life, the American mother whose warmth I could feel in every memory, yet whose face remained a blur in my mind's eye.
I had been orphaned at a young age, left with only the tales of a mother named Rachel, whose love for me was as vast as the ocean she had crossed to give me a chance at a better life. Her letters, written in a language I could now understand, spoke of her homeland, a place called the United States. It was a land of opportunity and freedom, where the skyscrapers kissed the clouds, much like the way my wings longed to. Rachel had hoped that I would one day find myself there, among the stars she had promised were within my reach.
As I grew, so did the ache in my heart to find her. To feel the warmth of her embrace, to hear her laugh, to see the love in her eyes—those were the treasures I sought. Yet, there was fear, too. A fear that if she saw the girl she had left behind, she would see not her daughter but a creature, a freak of nature. I had to hide my gift, my wings, the very essence of what made me uniquely me.
I had flown across continents and oceans, a silent guardian of the skies, my tail a silent companion to the moon. I had seen the world from a perspective few could ever dream of, but the one face I longed for remained hidden. And now, as the lights of a distant city grew closer, I knew my journey was nearing its end. The city was New York, the place where Rachel had found a new life with a new husband—a place where I hoped to find her, and somehow, find myself as well.
The wind played with the strands of my hair, whispering secrets of the city's grandeur and the promise of reunion. Yet, the anticipation was a double-edged sword. What if she didn't want me? What if she was afraid? The fear grew as the buildings grew taller, their shadows swallowing the light. But I had come too far, flown too high, to let doubt deter...
