When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further.

Now I’m afraid the world does not hold my imagination like that anymore.”Sarah said to Ibrahim as she was looking on to where Isaac was running around playing with his friend without any notion of the gravity of their situation. The past was coming full circle to her like a slap in the face. In that moment, she resolved herself that they could make the journey, and leave Nottingham, and all of England for France before they could endure any more physical cruelty and surely be expelled. Swiftness was key. For Isaac’s sake she must forge ahead, and she would try her best to let Isaac hold onto his zest for life as long as possible. No time to continue to grieve Haggai when all she wanted was to die herself. No…They would be on that boat the next day no matter what.