Renee Fajardo

Daughter of the Sea

She wakes before the sun, eyes quickly adjusting to the cool darkness that will slowly fill with the quiet, early movements of the island. She rises and heads downstairs to take the buckets for collecting the neighbors’ leftovers; pigs’ feed that will sell for a little extra, and proceeds to quickly make her rounds on the empty streets of the town. She likes the early mornings and the quiet. This island is home, playground, work place and school but in these hours, it was peace.