Sixteen
Upon waking, Destiny immediately sat up in bed to read the lines of poetry she had entered in her journal from the night before. There is a sense of strength in these words, she thought. I must read them to Mum. Perhaps they will encourage her strength to shine as well. She heard a soft knock at her bedroom door, and inquired, “Mum, is that you?”
“No, Destiny. It is your father,” Henry spoke softly. “May I enter?”
“Just a moment, Father.” Destiny jumped out of bed to find the pink robe she left hanging in the clothes wardrobe. “All right, you may come in now.”
“I did not want to awaken you, Destiny. But, I would like us to have a chat before you leave,” he said, and took a seat in the corner window-box.
Henry was well over six feet tall with brown eyes that morphed to green in
