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Every story has to start somewhere. And Twiggy’s started when she left the overgrown little village she called home.
Her mother’s were so proud of her for venturing out on her own like this, but she knew they were hiding worry that their youngest daughter would be the first of their children to leave the nest.
Her ma could barely hold in her tears when she saw her little girl come down the stairs in the boots she got for her 13th birthday. She only wore those when she would have to walk for a long period of time.
“Oh look at you, you got mud all over the wooden floor!” she sniffled before pulling her into her arms.
She cupped her face in her hands. “Are you sure you have to go?”
Twiggy was sure. She loved her family, but she knew there was so much more for her out there. She was tired of all the same old faces. She knew everyone, and everyone knew her.
“Come on Sylvie, don’t suffocate the child. She won’t ever want to come back to her overbearing mothers this way.”
Her mom laughs, pulling her wife away from their daughter. Her sisters chuckle in the background.
“I’m sure ma, but I’ll send letters! I’ll tell you of the people I meet and the worlds I see,” Twiggy beamed. “I promise.”
One by one, her sisters slip gifts into her backpack. Each giving her a hug and a word of wisdom.
“Find a place to hide at night.”
“See the beauty in everything.”
“You’re not gonna make it.”
“Don’t forget us!”
“Don’t trust any of the men you meet.”
She looked at her family and the house she had spent all of her life in. The walls filled with memories of both joy and sorrow. Her heart ached.
And before she knew it, she was miles away. Feet tired and backpack heavy. She took a long breath of the unfamiliar air.
She had finally found where she wanted to be.