Her Eyes

Her eyes, dark and deep, slanted with exotic beauty. Her long, black hair between my fingers as I twist it into ropey braids. Her glance back at me, blowing kisses as I drop her off at the schoolyard…. bye mom! Her journey… from abandonment to belonging, from the orphanage, to the house on the Hilltop. Her birthright, her inheritance as a daughter of the one true King…. a princess. A family complete. An imperfect journey. A beautiful life.
By: Kimberly Bridwell

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