Eight months after her father passed on, she left for …. She had nothing to her name, just a passport, and a few thousand Euro for emergencies to last a year. Her mother who had always supported the idea of her daughter wanting to go abroad, didn’t go along – she said it’d be wise if the distraught child went without having to discomfort her in the process – like what might seemed cruel, she wanted the child to spread her wings, and return to the azur blue heavens on her own.
The skies are immense, and the breadth of East and West, Mercy, and Compassion stood only at the initiation of the Word… her MP3 player, was playing a ripped version of Scriabin’s Etude Op. 2 No. 1 . the only memory of what she had left, of Paris and the past.
