Yesterday, Tris and I got into a fight before school.
It was stupid. She left in tears, I watched near tears.
She wouldn’t say goodbye to me.
I watched her walk down the driveway.
I watched her get on the bus.
I watched the bus take her away.
Away from me and my anger. Away from her own.
We live on a quiet street. It’s peaceful and so pretty.
When I’m going out, I try to take it all in.
I feel at peace.
When I’m coming home,Â I breathe in the air and find comfort.
I hope, even though she left our home angry, Tris found peace in pulling away and taking in the beauty of new surroundings.
I know, by the time she got home she was calm. Peaceful.
One day this won’t be her street anymore, she will come and go less frequently, if at all.
I don’t want her to remember being angry and sad. Or leaving in anger.
I want her to remember love and happiness and joy.
I want her to feel peace here. And find comfort here.
On our street.
This week’s prompt was “street.”