She left the room and I lay back against the pillows. Instead of concentrating on the disturbing conversation I"d had with Rowena, I tried to reflect on how I felt; now I"d opened up about my family. For the first time in nearly two years, I wasn"t so convinced I wanted to die. I could see Mom again, examine her without the desire to shut her away and avoid the hurt. It was joyful to visualize her and see her in my mind, her beautiful green eyes so similar to my own. She wanted me to live, to be happy and move on from the horrors of the past and face the future.
A strange sensation blossomed in my chest and I realized it wasn"t the complete desolation, which had been part of my life for two years. I felt… peaceful. I could see my brother and my sisters, hear the girls" voices clamoring fo
