She scrutinized farms and gated mansions they passed.
Her parents told her she was going to the small town where her mother was raised.
But, this was her senior year.
How could they?
Irrational gibberish about going back to her roots; her roots not mine.
“You’ll attend the Benedictine Catholic Academy: Nuestra Señora de la Valvanera.”
“Your great aunt will care for you.”
Carmen wept uncontrollable. The trauma was tearing her apart.
“How dare you question this opportunity,” her mother sneered.
“Because, we know what’s best.”
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Hardy Carroll
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