Posted by: DIYwriting | May 12, 2022

The Swing

“He said he had work to do,” my mother said.  “Why do you ask so many questions?” 

I sighed and headed back to my room.  All I had wanted to know was when my brother was getting home.  He had promised to take me to the zoo today and I had been looking forward to it all week.  Now he was working and I was stuck at home with my mother.  I often got the feeling she didn’t really like me very much so when we were home together, I just tried to stay out of her way.  But in a small two-bedroom apartment that was hard to do. 

I grabbed my library book and headed to the park on the corner.  There was no way Luke could miss me when he did come home.  It was our place and where I went to get fresh air.  There was no place I’d rather be than outside with the sun kissing my face.  My biggest fear so far in life was finding a job that would keep me inside and trap me in a cubicle.  I think the fact my mom spent so much time inside was why she was so unhappy. 

I practically ran to the park to ensure I could get to my favorite swing.  From the swing, I could see the street and sit in the sun.  Little did I know, I would be forever waiting for my brother.  Alone on my swing, never to be supported again. 


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