future, homeland, immigration, land from the past, memories, tears, the key
The day after… the story no one told!
the day came, I always wondered, how it would be!
My parents, and those their age and generation, always told the story of immigration.
They told the story of how they moved, they left everything behind, they carried the key around their neck, and left…
They never packed, they did not have time to do it, they waited for the last ship to take off and they were on it…
They did not know about tomorrow, they never decided on the country of tomorrowland, they simply walked towards tomorrow…
They were in charge of self, and other family members, they feared the outcome, but they never had time for setbacks…
They cried the past with dried tears, were pleased with a safeland, but never forgot their homeland…
The key to the house is still around their neck, now others occupied the house they left behind, others made and have their own key, while that key…
That key is still around their neck, it became the key to the future, it was a lesson that one can only carry memories, the only thing no one takes away from us, good or bad, they become the stepping stones to tomorrow, the stepping stones to this day!
The day after… the story no one told.
They had no time to sit and tell it, & now, it is too late!”
#MOI wondering about history repeating itself…
*Where is My Angel?
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*Mommy, I am a PACER!
Book by #MOI because I believe that children are the future, the change…
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