The Long Road Home
A story of rediscovering connection
"The weight of unsaid words hangs between us."
"I know. It's been... difficult."
"Difficult? That's an understatement, don't you think?"
(A heavy sigh) "You're right. It's been hell."
"Why now, after all this time?"
"Because I can't bear the silence anymore. Can you?"
(Pause).... A sharp intake of breath.
"No. But I've grown accustomed to it."
"That's what scares me the most."
"What do you mean?"
"That we've let this... this chasm between us become normal."
Eyes meet, searching.
"So what now? We can't just pretend the years didn't happen."
"No, we can't. But maybe we can build something new from the rubble."
"Is that even possible?"
"I don't know. But I'm willing to try if you are."
A moment of hesitation. Then, softly: "Why?"
"Because I found Mom's old photo album yesterday."
"And?"
"And I realized I couldn't remember the last time I saw you smile."
Silence. A tear quickly brushed away.
"It's been a long time since I had a reason to."
"Then let's find one. Together."
A tentative nod. The first step on a long road home.
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Ravi D
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Hometown Hero
They say heroes are made in the worst of times, and I suppose they are correct. For the vast majority of my life, I've been a common man. I have a wife and three children. I have always been a God-fearing man, and I've attended church every Sunday since I was nine years old.
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Comments (1)
wow, that dialogue is out of this world, sounds like it's coming out of a movie.