Trading Places

Her body is betraying her inch by inch, turning into a concrete prison while her brilliant mind screams from inside, fully aware, fully alive. I watch her cry every day over some fresh loss – a hand that won’t grip, a step she can’t take, a breath that comes harder than the last.

The Gate

The gatekeeper said, “You have come to my gate, but I do not have a key to open it.  Have you not heard that going to church, even if you attended regularly, is not enough?” 
And with those words ringing in his ears, the old man became sorrowful as he retreated from what he thought would be the right gate to heaven.

Actions Reveal Character

“Why?” Tobia asked.
 “Because I want to leave. I want to live on my own,” he finished, with a defiant raise of his chin.
“Have you considered the consequences, son?”
Xander glared at his father. “I’m leaving in the morning.”