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The Place by Catherine
She wanted to escape. To cut loose.
To break free of the cotton wool.
It wasn't that she didn't love them.
And she knew they loved her. But sometimes their love overwhelmed her.
So she went away. Far away. As far as she could.
And there she would cook and wash and sleep by herself.
She would walk. And swim. And write. And dream.
She'd fall in love, and explore and bathe in normality.
She would have wonderful adventures.
There she would learn her limits. And sometimes go beyond them.
She would fill her days with sun and talk and laughter.
Instead of doctors, hospitals and tests.
She would make friends. Some life guarantees.
And sometimes she'd seizure. Sometimes badly. Once she could not stop.
Then they came. And took her back. They came because they cared.
They took her back to the cotton wool. She was tired.
Spent. And terribly confused.
She didn't recognise the cotton wool.
More drugs.
She had to re-learn her neighbour's names.
She had to learn not to be afraid again.
These adventures did not come without a price.
The cost for them was gray hairs and lines of worry.
But they did not complain. Too much.
They endured.
They knew she had to survive without the cotton wool.
They endured because she must learn to live …
Without them.
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