The rain hits my skin like icy prickles. A shudder courses through my body. But I can’t move. I won’t move.
No one is going to say I gave up. I will wait through a blizzard if it means getting him back.
You’re a quitter. You’re a loser. The mantras shouted at me by others. It’s hard to believe, when internally a fire is building.
They think I’m not strong. That I can’t be counted on. They hate I don’t do things their way. My brain is on another level and I will do everything at once.
I stand here in the rain. Cementing myself in the mud. Tall and brave. Ready to take back my son.