freedom
the statue of liberty, in all its glory, sparkled under the evening sun. the emblem of freedom was silhouetted as a black outline against the purple-pink sky, a perfect representation for today’s holiday. the young girl rested her hands against the edge of the boat as she admired the view before her. it was a bit ironic to be admiring a representation of freedom when the concept of mental freedom had eluded her for years. she struggled to make sense of the thoughts in her head and wondered if this was universal or if she was the only one who couldn’t make her brain stop thinking, even if for a second. on one hand, she was fortunate to live in a country where she had basic rights and physical freedoms (though that was heavily debatable in these times), unlike her parents, who had grown up in a country run by greed, hate, and corruption. she was supposed to be happy and she was supposed to be grateful: her mom would always say “god bless america” after coming home from a store with a 5 dollar t-shirt. for her mother, this five dollar t-shirt was an emblem of western freedoms that she didn’t have back home when she was growing up. so the young girl felt guilty, guilty for not being more grateful and guilty for taking advantage of things that others didn’t have. then, as the boat made its way around liberty island, the girl won’t ever admit it to anyone else — because no one would ever believe her — but she swears, to this day, that she saw a smile on lady liberty’s face.
— n.d.