Of destinations and places

<< Her mother stared at her, as if reading her mind.

"It was the land, the mountains, I don't know. I was trapped in the frames of the impassable doors of destiny, I suppose - she said once more, while savoring the roasted apple, dipping her finger in the warm syrup.

"Why did I do it? Maybe I found my place in the world and in life," she said, to settle his inquiries. "Take care of yourself now, find your place, and then find how to survive to remain in it, if that is what do you want and if not, keep walking, there is no rush to get anywhere. "

In this, as in many other things, she did not agree with her mother. She was nomadic. Nothing was more enjoyable than just that, not staying. >>