His family had been searching for him for weeks.Hoping, praying that he was safe. Seven families had already bid their loved one adieu. His father hoped he wouldn’t be among those numbers; that he wouldn’t have to bury his son.
I sat there feeling sad and anxious…trying to imagine the pain and the agony of uncertainty what do you do but yearn for their presence when you are missing a loved one…Wish that you knew a spell and with a swish of a wand they appear!
Breaking news! they found him…but…not all of him – his soul had long departed.
This person was no one I knew. We were neither related nor at any point in life acquainted but someone inside me was crying…weeping copious tears, wailing the loss of a stranger, extending her arms to embrace his kin by way of comfort.
I watched the unfortunate turn of events and my eyes began tearing up. But soon it was not just my overwhelming emotions that were causing my tear ducts to overflow…The television screen was no longer clear and the room I was in had turned foggy. An acrid smell of grease burning overpowered me and the sharp shrill of the fire alarm beeping rang through the house…