Mikaela Call
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The Apartment
On a warm autumn evening, I perched atop the highest branch of my favorite apricot tree, watching the sun fall below the mountain peaks. The sky was a delicate pink. The beauty of rural Utah awed my young mind. I was in a euphoric daze until I heard my name called from the house, it was my mother inviting me back inside for Family Home Evening. I hesitantly climbed down from my tree and slowly made my way across the rocky field we considered our backyard. I dragged each foot deep into the dirt hoping the ground might sense my need and swallow me whole. I opened the door and heard a cringe-worthy off-tune rendition of, “I am Child of God.” My family sat down together in the living room of our cramped two bedroom apartment attached to my grandparents’ house, all eight of us.
By Mikaela Call5 years ago in Families