Ancestral Calls

The plane rattled with every bump on the road.  She shifted in her seat dramatically as if to defy the crew that insisted everyone sit tight during take-off.  The plane gathered enough speed and lifted from the ground.  Her heart sank as they soared.  Drifts of clouds rushed by, and a lump formed in her throat.  She had not been born there but the roots of the island gripped her heart.  She felt a pressure on her shoulders as if the land below insisted she stay.  She made the sign of the cross with a promise to her ancestors that she’d return.

 

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