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Standing at crossroads
I stand on the road to the village and look out to our home; sitting on the hill opposite to where I am. I can hear the laughter of my babies echoing back as they play and I smile. It is a lovely place;our home, and we had done everything that we could possibly think of to keep our children safe from the prying eyes of their distant relatives. Those people are nothing but self seeking, money hungry individuals who are only getting close to our children just to get back at us for keeping them out of our lives. And our poor innocent children don't know what these people are capable of and that is why they are blindly asking their dad and I to let them go to the village for their holidays.
I laugh at myself and this entire situation. It is ironic that I am back to the place that I never thought I would be ever again. From day one, my husband and I had done everything possible to keep these little idiots away from the village but from the look of things, all our efforts were futile. I can't blame them for being curious about that part of their lives. And we knew that this day would come sooner or later. But I am still not ready for this. Neither is their father, even though he is acting like he has it all figured out, bless his soul. Food, shelter, clothing, health care, education, love, security, the whole package is available to them but they are still insisting on going to those people.
I'm delaying my return back home, passing the time, parked on the side of the road, trying to figure out how to go about this situation. I don't want them to go to those people but I also don't want to see my babies sad over this. Maybe I should ask their father to get some days off and go with them. Maybe I am getting too worked up over this for no reason. Maybe our relatives have changed for the better. One can only hope. Let me just drive home, spend some time with our kids, wait for their father to reach and we decide together. I guess it's true then; no matter where you go in life, you will always find your way back home, to your roots.
I laugh at myself and this entire situation. It is ironic that I am back to the place that I never thought I would be ever again. From day one, my husband and I had done everything possible to keep these little idiots away from the village but from the look of things, all our efforts were futile. I can't blame them for being curious about that part of their lives. And we knew that this day would come sooner or later. But I am still not ready for this. Neither is their father, even though he is acting like he has it all figured out, bless his soul. Food, shelter, clothing, health care, education, love, security, the whole package is available to them but they are still insisting on going to those people.
I'm delaying my return back home, passing the time, parked on the side of the road, trying to figure out how to go about this situation. I don't want them to go to those people but I also don't want to see my babies sad over this. Maybe I should ask their father to get some days off and go with them. Maybe I am getting too worked up over this for no reason. Maybe our relatives have changed for the better. One can only hope. Let me just drive home, spend some time with our kids, wait for their father to reach and we decide together. I guess it's true then; no matter where you go in life, you will always find your way back home, to your roots.
