The shy knock was deafening, for it held desperately onto the disappointed air. The printed letter was delivered over the threshold. A unformed ending, the ink made of nothing but lies and both women knew it. One of which wanted nothing more than to forget, while the other wanted nothing more than to remember. The girl's tears fell to wash away the shame. The older woman longed to reach out and hold the broken, weary, girl before her, and cry along with her, to say sorry for what was being done, what had to be done, and above all what had to happen.A deed done out of love, the steep price was going to be paid in full. This girl before her asked her for nothing but her help. Yet out of shame, desperation and disappointment she was turned away to walk into the fading rain. To hope justice would be done for this lovely girl; one silent tear fell for the girl who had been treated as a daughter. The typed words meant everything, but the feelings behind them were hallow and were in fact nothing, a sham, an act to please the world. The ever present audience. The young woman, once off the steps looked over her shoulder for the briefest moment, her face was proud even as te tears mingled with the rain sliding down her cheek. She smiled sadly, and raised her hand in a final farewell. She turned again to walk away from a home that still loved her, a home she still loved. A place the world demanded to turn out the daughter they'd taken in. Holding her head up high she walked on to take on the world at it's worst. She dared the world to stop her.
