Story on Journeys (narrative) ...Titled :Debut

As I look around at the warm comfort of my home, the home I have known and loved for so long, I find myself consumed with thoughts of my own identity. I know that I am known, that they know about me, of me, but I also know that my impact will not truly be felt until I make that final decision, the decision to present myself to the world. <Tab/>…

…face in a kind of, " I will always be here for you", way. My eyes are widened with amazement, I adore this woman and never before in my life had I imagined this bliss could be felt here on earth. Then, as she plants a sweet, soft kiss on my forehead I realise that I am loved by her, I am recognised by her, she is my mother and I am her new born baby.