Goodbye Irene

But once the gates of my freedom opened I intended to take full advantage of the new situation. I told the story to my parents, who were surprised to see me. Two years of torment were now over, with my father escorting my sister to the train station early the following morning. I asked my father to have Aunt Irene pack up all my belongings, as I would never return to her. Once again I was surrounded with the warm love of my family, the welcome company of my school friends, and the familiar streets I so enjoyed walking on. Who could guess that in less than two years all this happiness and freedom would cruelly end forever.

© David Muskal, 2001