
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
As soon set over the mountains, I wondered what my next step would be. Would I continue on with my dream or should I turn back and return to the life every expected of me? The missed calls on my phone meant my family was not supportive of my decision, but I knew I couldn’t let them make my decisions for me any longer. If I went home again, I knew I would be working for the family business for the rest of my life. My lonely life. I would rather be the criminal I knew I could be.
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