Ma was dead and gone. There was no reason for Louisa to stay now. She stooped down and laid the wildflowers she had picked at the foot of the cross which marked Ma’s grave. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was going to miss Ma. After Da died, it was just the two of them, struggling to make ends meet. Then, Ma got sick and after languishing for a week, she passed away.
Louisa had Ma buried here on the land she loved instead of a graveyard. Ma wanted to be free, even in death. Well, now she was. She was at peace.
Wiping her eyes, Louisa stood. Her pale blue eyes scanned the endless stretch of green land around her. Yes, she had made up her mind weeks ago that she was going to leave this place she had called home since the day Da and Ma brought her home from the orphanage. She was going to miss it. It was a happy place, filled with love and laughter and the smell of fresh bread and Ma’s delicious Treacle Tarts.
It was hard to leave but she had to. Beyond the horizon a new destiny awaited her. She remembered Ma’s words. “When I pass on, I want you to go and find your own way, Child. I don’t want you to be stuck here.”
“Well, Ma,” she whispered. “I’m going to do as you said. I’m going to find my own way and make you and Da proud, I promise.”
This was written for the #writephoto Prompt – Decisions at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.