Gypsy: Chapter 7

Naomi was calling my name no longer just in my memories. She took hold of my face firmly in her warm hands as the tears swelled into my eyes. I was banished for burning the village down. I remembered. A sob escaped my chest as well as pathetic mumblings of grief and sorrow as well as begging cries of forgiveness. But she just sat quietly; brushing her thin fingers threw my disheveled hair, not saying a word, the rhythm of her heart calming the child in me.

All this time I had forgotten…all this time, I thought I had been alone…The Desert Rose, I just wanted to help her, I wanted her to help me find where I belonged. Her being here is my fault, and yet…I am here because of her.