a Girl from Russia (cont.)
She walked to the windows, and looked out at the dark night sky. The sun slipped behind the trees, giving the stars there moments to litter the sky. She pressed her hand against the window, and shut her eyes, catching a glimpse of home, of her parents, what once was but wasn’t anymore. She struggled to keep a tear from running down her face but couldn’t. She opened her eyes and took a deep breath as if she hadn’t been able to breath for ages. She breathed in the foreign air, and exhailed the memories of her Russia.