Michelle Rodier

The Haven

Sitting on her front porch, Della sighed in contentment at where her life had come to. For many years her life had seemed a struggle. A daily battle to push her optimism above her depression. It was not that she had had a neglected childhood, to the contrary, she had grown up in a loving family. They had not been rich, but she had never truly felt denied. Well apart from the cat, the horse, the monkey, or the ferret she had persistently asked her parents for. She smiled softly at the memory. The excuses they gave as to why she could not have these pets were ingenious.