Baby Girl – #fridayfiction
When I left Spruce Street, I was crazy in love and thought I knew exactly where I was going. Life, despite its ups and downs, was stretched out in front of me like one long highway to happiness. I discovered soon enough that there are forks in the road, places where the path splits off in two different directions and you’re forced to choose one way or the other.
There are no signs on this road, no arrows pointing this way for Happy Ever After and that way for Years of Regret. You choose blindly and trust your heart will take you in the right direction. It doesn’t always.
I chose many of the wrong roads and now have a storehouse of both memories and regrets. There were times when I loved and times when I hated. I did both with a passion so fierce it tore holes in my heart.
Now I have at long last reached my destination. I am where I was meant to be. Those much wiser than me claim that no matter what pathway a person chooses, in time they will end up where they were intended to be. I have reached a point in my life where I believe this is true.
To understand this journey, you’d have to know how it all began some twenty-odd years ago.