Farewell to Old Bonds
The weight of my parents’ rejection bore down on me like a sledgehammer as Jacob and I retreated from the doorstep. His strong fingers gently intertwined with mine, silently reassuring me that he was still there, with me, despite the storm we were caught in. As we moved away, my childhood home, filled with memories of warmth and love, now felt like a fortress of prejudice. My parents’ silhouettes in the window grew fainter, and I couldn’t help but wonder if our bond was truly broken forever. Life would never be the same, the people I held most dear for so many years had suddenly denounced me. It was a heartbreak beyond anything I had ever known.