The Patient Gardener


The boy jumped for joy, he jumped because he could. He could run and jump, laugh and cry, he could express himself how ever he wanted. He was free. The boy was free of tyranny, free of oppression. He no longer woke at the slightest sound in the night, in fear of his and his family’s lives. ┬áHe no longer listened at doors to adult whispered conversations, not for his ears. He… Read More