Trail of Broken Wings

by Sejal Badani

I stare at the evidence of my travels, each photograph proof of my desperate search for a place to call home. Now, the only home I have ever known beckons, demands my return. I am a grown woman, capable of making my own choices, but there is no choice to be made.

never depend on another person for your happiness. If someone had the authority to give, then he or she had the authority to take away.