For days we didn’t stop. Ruth is a wonderful, kind child. Almost as if she sensed the importance of her demeanor on this journey. She was quiet and never left my arms. I soaked every moment in, letting the importance of what I had done overtake every decision I made. Once we were far from the city where no one would know or recognize us, I began to ask around for a place to stay for a newly widowed woman and her child. With my change in appearance, no one questioned my statement. With my husband dead and appearing to be from a low-income family, it would appear there was no one to turn to for survival. This is the only way to keep Ruth without raising suspicion.

Soon thereafter a farmer’s family took pity on us and let us stay in their barn and work for them. Ruth and I may not have had much, sleeping on the hay with the other animals, but we were finally together again. I would do everything to make sure it stayed that way.

After some time, we could get a small cottage for us. Ruth was growing quickly, but she never questioned our lives. She was happy and content. I never felt the way I once did after she was born. I overcame everything and found a way to provide for us. We were together.

THE END