She stood trembling in the rain. Her child in her arms as she took shelter under the measly roof pressing against the wall. From the corner of her eyes, she could see her husband in the house drunk and fallen to the floor. He had locked her out again, but this time with her three-year-old son.
Every time he had thrown her out, she had gone back to him. He would compare her to a kicked dog and she would be silent. Her son came first, but now, now as she stood trying to protect her son as much as possible from the rain she realized that she couldn’t let him hurt her son. She could bear it, but never her son.
So she took one last look at her husband and then walked away. She never looked back.
Saorsa- Freedom, Liberty