The day starts temperate. The physical skies are blue, and your body doesn’t have any complaints. Your relationships are chill, and work is, for the time being, on the cruise. Then your Mom calls. Your brother is in the hospital, in surgery, with a bleak outcome. Your mother’s voice, devoid of oxygen and joy, reels you into past stories when despair filled the home after your father split to places unknown. In a few moments, the tranquil life you worked hard to accomplish might, and could, crumble at your feet.
Writer and Story Mapping Guide, I follow the life path no matter how challenging.