Mary E.Pearson

Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.

Journey’s end. The promise. The hope.

Tell me again, Ama. About the light.

I search my memories. A dream. A story. A blurred remembrance.

I was smaller than you, child.

The line between truth and sustenance unravels. The need. The hope.

She commanded, and the light obeyed. The sun, moon, and stars knelt and rose at her touch. Once upon a time …