Post Secret had a postcard come in concerning a child’s wish to be rescued. The card said that for years she/he wished her real family would take her away from the one she was with. It was all just a bad mistake, and she was going to be loved and cared for by her real family. She was going to be taken home.
I don’t recall making wishes or having many childlike fantasies. I don’t remember doing those things at all but if I had, I doubt it would have occurred to me to wish for a new family. Not until well in my adult years did I realize my family is broken beyond repair.
I can’t imagine ever letting my mind go to a fantasy land as a child where I wished for something big or small. I just can’t picture me doing anything like that. I think fantasies and dreaming would have been a good way to lose focus or let my guard down. If I did that I could miss a cue from my mother that might keep me from getting into trouble. A missed cued could easily spell disaster.
My mother lived in the house and in my head. What if she found out I was dreaming about something “silly”? It takes a certain amount of freedom of thought to dream, a freedom I was never granted.
Everyday I realize just how insane my existence was and everyday I ask myself, how on earth did I make it out of there alive?
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