The last time Mallory Bangles looked around her parents’ house she’d been a teenager. Now nearing the age of twenty-five, Mallory ventured inside the old Victorian. Her parents had died in a terrible car accident six years before, leaving her on her own. Not knowing how to survive without them, Mallory sought loving comfort in the family who provided her with the most consolation.
Mallory had argued with them that afternoon, making it clear that she didn’t want to go with them to Corner Oaks Baptist Church, where several different assemblies were gathering together for a Christmas celebration. Mallory hadn’t wanted to attend the church, nor had she searched for companionship. She just wanted to be left alone to grieve.
“You can’t do that, Mallory. It’s not healthy for you or us.” Mrs. Truman’s protest when Mallory stated this only upset the teenager. But after three days of trying to isolate [herself], Mallory knew that Mrs. Truman had been correct. She couldn’t cut herself off completely since it would most-likely result in her destroying her life. That’s what Mrs. Truman told her, anyway. Except that
Mallory protested half-heartedly, but not really wanting to be left alone—to be all on her own—she didn`t object for very long.
Mrs. Truman turned out to be correct. Mallory lay awake nights, wishing her parents were still alive, and that she hadn`t been forced to come live with the Truman family. They were nice enough, but they weren`t her parents.
I`ll always be all alone, she cried one night into her pillow. Mom and Dad are gone, and no one will ever love me like they did. Mallory tried desperately to appreciate the Truman family and the care they`d offered her. They`d given her a home in which to live, food to eat and a place to sleep. Why was she so ungrateful for their loving care?
Check back tomorrow to continue Mallory’s journey of finding a family.