"BUT WHEN PEOPLE SAY, DID YOU ALWAYS WANT TO BE A WRITER?, I HAVE TO SAY NO! I ALWAYS WAS A WRITER."
Ursula Le Guin
Up close & personal with Kindra
I think I've always been a writer. As I've gotten older life has given me more things to write about in a manner that can help others, and thats what I believe my debut book "Let The Healing Begin" does. As much as I wrote it to get closure for myself. I also wrote it to free others.
"Let The Healing Begin" tells the true story of Charli a 12 year old in the foster system and the young lady, Kindra who wanted to adopt her. While sexual assault is the terrible tragedy that brought them together, love and healing keep them together through the absolute worst of circumstances. Follow this page turner and have your heart strings pulled as you cheer, laugh, yell and cry with Charli who only hopes for a better life and someone to love her.
Let The Healing Begin
Please don’t pick me, please don’t pick me I silently prayed knowing my foster father’s nightly routine. If I stand really still I can be invisible. I’m always invisible please let me “SAYDEE” his voice boomed interrupting my thoughts. “Bring me and Jeremy some beers down to the shed” my heart sank to my shoes. I looked at the 3 other foster kids that I shared a room with. They looked sad for me but glad it wasn’t them called tonight. I hadn’t been in this home long but it was one of the worst. I slowly walked to the fridge and gathered 4 bottles into my arms. The cold penetrated the thin cloth of the hand me down Bazooka Joe t-shirt I had on. I wondered how many orphan kids like me has worn this shirt.
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The screen door slammed behind me as I walked to the end of the porch 4 stairs down to the dirt road and 67 steps to the shed. I reached the bottom stairs and looked up towards the shed, some country song blared out of a half open door at the entrance. I began walking, counting my steps. I looked down, there was a hole starting to form in the big toe of my shoe, I wondered how long before I could get another pair that fit. 65..66..67 I stopped at the door, took a deep breath and walked in.
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