I moved from my neighborhood neglecting my life behind me. I held the hand of my six-year-old girl, and we converted into ghosts, we ran far.
The forest believed in us, embraced us. The river, the trees, and the wildflowers were our family.
I moved gently, inside there were no written laws, no rules to obey, and no grim expressions.
My girl turned into a grown princess. Maturity drew her beautiful frames, she was freed from her mom’s jail.
I was a proud single mom, who encountered miracles and sacrifices.
             How do we know that we are human?
           We need to go back to the nearest forest.

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