The bars of a cage loom close in the mind of a bird as it is captured for the first time. Nothing is considered but personal survival and freedom...
Both of which are deemed impossible in a cage.
The rabbi murmured indistinguishably. Around her, people wobbled and shivered, wiping eyes and blowing noses.
Her mother's gloved hand was clutching hers painfully tight and her face was awash in tears. Today was the first time Sam had ever seen her mother cry. She looked beautiful. She looked younger than she had in a long time.
Sam wondered if the tears were fake. Her parent's relationship had always been strained. It wouldn't be a surprise if a few of the gorgeous young women holding black handkerchiefs remembered her father in a much more personal way.
But right now Sam didn't care. Her father wasn't there… wasn't going to be there to occupy her mother. As callous as it sounded, art school was now out of the question and so was the future Sam chose. In this time of mourning, the only thing Sam saw was the door to this cage swinging closed.
And Sam wished she was wearing anything but black for the first time.
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