"Dover Beach"

The door slammed shut behind Mrs. Phelps. She true to pull it all together but she couldn't. The thought of the poem wouldn't leave her mind and every second she thought about it she wanted to curl up and cry more. The streets were clear so she didn't care if anyone saw her looking like she did. Every step she cleared her mind more and more on that day she was never expecting to happen. The poem. Meeting a firefighter. Meeting a firefighter that had a book. She realized on the way home to her family that might not even love her how much Montages poem was right. She had so many thoughts it hurt her head that she stumbled trying to walk. The thought of her life and how she might have been living it wrong this whole time. 

When she got home and her family was sitting right there when she walked in. Seeing them she was speech less. She couldn't even look at them without thinking if they were liars or not. 

"What's wrong mommy?" 

"I-I, just leave me alone." Stuttered Clara.

"I just need time alone right now"

"I don't even know if i can handle being with you guys" Clara said with a tear.

Clara left the room and ran upstairs to her room where she could cry it all out think how much that little passage could make such an impact on her life. How/why the government took away such beautiful words.

She can't believe what she just said to her children. But she did have to realize what was in front of her and fix it.