One step, two steps. Wait! I’m not ready. I’m not prepared. How can I move forward alone? I didn’t think it would be like this. What if I leave and can never return? Where will it all go? The warmth, the innocence, the laughter, the smiles. Will is disappear forever? I shouldn’t look back. If I do what if there is no going forward? Three steps, four steps. I reach out my hand and the mists of the unknown curl around my fingers, beckoning me. I shouldn’t look back. But what if I forget? Resolve flows as deep as my bones, along with a little uncertainty, and with a choking sob I turn my head one final time. Five steps, six steps away from that which I hold most dear.