He realized she was no longer 

a child, as she turned to walk

away for the last time, and it

was in that moment that his

thumb was forced up. 

The day she had claimed for 

most of her childhood had arrived, 

and just as she had promised, 

she was gone. He remarked that

there was not a quiver in her

voice, or a wobble in her step, 

as she turned to leave.

He would think of her as he walked

to work, or when he would stumble

across her toys in the attic, and he

would wonder if she ever thought of

coming home. 


The answer, of course, 

was no. 


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