Maxwell Robinson

“Hello?” I could hear my own voice cracking.

“Hi, Ms. Wang. You will be free to go tomorrow morning at eight.”

“Y...Yes! Thank you!” I replied in a shaky voice and hung up the phone with overflowing excitement. On July the 17th, my 45-day quarantine ended. I stepped into the sunshine when the hotel door was opened. The warm sensation vibrated through my skin, the wind brushed my face and made strings of my hair fly freely. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the air of freedom tasted so sweet. I opened my eyes and saw mom right in front of me. I couldn’t tell when we Facetimed, but she grew some gray hair over the last months. I walked to her with a big smile. She took over my suitcase as we laughed and walked to the car. I turned back at the hotel and saw a phoenix diving into the sky and flying away. This trip allowed me to discover a new me, a reborn me, and my experience would surely be something interesting to tell as a story. Did my experience become part of me, or did I become part of my experience?

Keeping It Together Maxwell Robinson