Lolly Cruz

Red Velvet

“Jessie, you are not coming into this house with those muddy shoes,” mother stated. I looked down at my tennis shoes and realized they were filthy. I couldn’t even see the color of my shoes anymore. I immediately removed them and placed them on the back porch of my house. I rushed into the bathroom to clean myself off from the mess I was just in. I was glad my mother did not push too much about why I was so filthy. I sat on the edge of the bathtub waiting for my heart to stop pounding. My mind was racing, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I thought to myself, “was I safe now that I was home, or was I still in danger from what just happened?” “What do we do with what we found?” My twelve-year-old mind needed to stop racing and calm down.