Today was one of the days where the words flowed quickly. The wagon was loaded and the family began the trip west. The noises from the back of the wagon were as timeless as a sunrise. The path to Amy's sister's house was littered with crying children, arguing teens and frustrated adults.
This is the hardest section to write. I am saddened by this portion of Mildred's story. All I can repeat is that it is for the greater good.
The path that we were on today was one of pain and bonding. It seems, at least for Mildred Miller that without one there is not the other.
Thanks for joining me on this journey.
Sojourner
This blog will share the journey of an Indie author. This path is small and narrow, very much like the veins of a leaf.
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