When the waves are calling… Sea Shore of Sorrow _________________________________________________________________________________ The scattered reflection of the sun glistened over the gentle waves depicting the serene beauty of the dawn break. Crabs crawled here and there. The early birds flocked together to begin its day. The sun rose slowly and so did a feminine figure amidst the sandy terrain. It was a girl and not a woman. A girl whose face seemed to be strong. Strong by struggle. A struggle for existence. Her foot made strong imprints on sand, the sands of life. She came there for a reason, a reason to live and to make others live. The biggest decision of her life. She felt a fervent connect with the fiery waves. The waves that communicated with her and only her...An emotional connect with the seashore and it's waves. She always felt like being at home there. Home is where family is. Home is where the heart is. And so was it with that seashore. Decemb
