Broken
Broken
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The first committed the unpardonable sin.
The second paid the devastating price.
The third was lost within the system.
The fourth arrived to offer redemption.
Four generations of women and one unforgivable mistake. This is a story of unconditional love between a woman named Ester and a child called Broken. In a forgotten desert town deep in the Southwest, one can hide for a long time. That is until the past is dropped off in your own backyard.
We forgive others, not to make them feel better.
We forgive others to cleanse our own soul.
Broken
Signed Paperback
The first committed the unpardonable sin.
The second paid the devastating price.
The third was lost within the system.
The fourth arrived to offer redemption.
Four generations of women and one unforgivable mistake. This is a story of unconditional love between a woman named Ester and a child called Broken. In a forgotten desert town deep in the Southwest, one can hide for a long time. That is until the past is dropped off in your own backyard.
We forgive others, not to make them feel better.
We forgive others to cleanse our own soul.
Broken
Signed Paperback
The first committed the unpardonable sin.
The second paid the devastating price.
The third was lost within the system.
The fourth arrived to offer redemption.
Four generations of women and one unforgivable mistake. This is a story of unconditional love between a woman named Ester and a child called Broken. In a forgotten desert town deep in the Southwest, one can hide for a long time. That is until the past is dropped off in your own backyard.
We forgive others, not to make them feel better.
We forgive others to cleanse our own soul.
“The shack appeared old, old like the woman occupying it. The walls were rough studs, chipped and gouged. The rafters exposed to the point of the roof. There were two rooms and a bath. A piece of fabric hung from the ceiling, served as a door fro privacy’s sake- though to honest, it wasn’t needed. There had few visitors since she moved in, almost thirty years ago. The shack was in the middle of nowhere on a dusty patch of desert, south of Albuquerque. No trees, no paved roads, nothing at all. It was as if time had forgotten this place and the woman living here. As if somehow... they didn’t matter. The woman rolled over and looked outside at the rising sun. It was always the same, an intense, hot, burning light that gave no relief in the summer months, day or night. Satans hell in the middle of a Barron piece of land in New Mexico.
A faint scratching noise made her hold her breath, so used to the sound of silence, she had to stop to register the noise was something foreign. Shuffling her way to the front door, she stepped out onto the broken, sagging porch. Sitting on the ground, amidst the dirt and torn sagebrush, drawing a picture in the sand with a stick as she hummed, sat the direst little girl the old woman had ever seen. Matted curls stood in clumps about the child’s head, her skin so caked with grime it was hard to guess her nationality. Her clothes far too small and held together by a few threads and a safety pin. A pitiful, dirty child drawing pictures in the dirt, smiling while she hummed.
”Who are you child? What is your name-where did you come from?”
The Child looked up. She had the eyes of a very old soul, eyes that had seen too much, eyes that understood way too much. The old woman felt tears forming in her own eyes, though she didn’t understand why...yet
In a voice barely above a whisper, the child answered her:
”Mommy told me I am a gift from God. My name is Broken.”
Years later, the old woman would swear that a halo of golden light formed around the child sitting in the dirt behind the truck in her yard that day. A light that grew stronger and brighter as the child smiled.”
