Ruth (my grandma) married a man her father despised. Her husband died young. Ruth asked to come home.“If you take off the ring,” Papa said. But the ring was stuck. He filed it off, down to the bone. She always had that scar: on her hand, in her heart.

I was finally leaving Sarajevo, the country in which I was born. I had nobody to say goodbye to or to suffer for, I was not even crying. Strangely, I felt a growing happiness and soon I will be far, far away from the emptiness that I once called home.
Aghast, I stared at the disaster in front of me. How could this happen? I planned so carefully. The party guests arrived in good cheer, The food emerged from ovens and fridges looking delectable and festive. I just forgot to put the snake away. Oh well, one less lap dog.


She always said she would escape someday. But we didn’t believe her. She was always a dreamer, staring out the window, waiting for her prince to rescue her. But we lived our lives, breathing, and focusing. We didn’t realize how desperate she was until she ran away with the hippies.

I posted for 50saga because I like them all! Expecially the last one!!!!