She Was Heading Home
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 22 July 2016
After a long illness, Nana passed away.
One day I saw her sitting alone on the beach staring off into the ocean.
“What are you thinking, Nana?” I asked.
“My ancestral home,“ she replied with a sadness that a seven year old wouldn’t understand.
Years later, I learned that she was the only one in her family to survive the holocaust.
Growing up, it was Nana who babysat me. We became very close. I never felt so safe under her care.
As she was being laid to rest, I cried. At the same time, I knew she was heading home.