Catching A Glimpse Of My Determination
I moved back and forth between the dresser and the open luggage, selecting only my favorite clothes. As I leaned over to pack a stack of sweaters, a lock of brown hair fell into my eyes.
I brushed it away impatiently, tucking the strands behind my ear. I caught a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror.
The woman looking back seemed younger and more determined than she had in years.