Runaway Home

Prologue
I've never run away.

And yet, I'm always running.

But it's never my choice to run away from home, that's always Maman's decision. If it were up to me, I'd stay put.

But no one likes my Maman.

And she knows it.

She's always prepared to leave, even when we first get there.

Because she knows as well as I do that no one likes her and we are nomads, and gypsies.

I hate this life.

But she keeps me with her, because she says I'm all she has and tries to guilt me into staying with her. I know all her tactics. She has a lot, but because we've moved so much, I have heard them all.

Finally, we wound up at a small village practically in the middle of nowhere. Nothing seemed to stand out about this village, and I noticed right away Maman only unpacked the essentials, and then turned to me, lashing her tongue like a sword, telling me all the ways I've failed.

Nothing new, this was going to be just like all the other times.

But I knew, somewhere deep in my heart, that this time was different.

We had run away yet again.

But this time we had run away home.