A car came in front of me and I just dint know what to do…I turned and tried applying the breaks but no…….skrrrreeeaaakkk and baaaambbb
I don’t knw whats happening…all I knw is there are people all around me…looking down at me…saying something…no actually mumbling something…I cant hear it…
”Ambulance will be there in 5”…
Ambulance?
What happened?
Oh the car and….is everything fine? Y cant I move? I cant feel anything…y is all going black? Dark? Where is everyone going?
“hey mom!!!! Howz u?”
“I’m fine sweetie…where is dad?”
“he is gone with the doctor…Mamma what happened?”
“Nothing sweetheart….just a bad day..”
“Daddy was saying you are gone”
“Where am I going?”
Liza my daughter, 4 yrs old sitting on my bed and talking to me…shrugged her shoulders and looked away
“Do you ever think things will be back to normal again?”
“Things are far better than normal dear…”
“I hope so too”
“Whats wrong sweety? What is that’s troubling you?”
“Am I going somewhere? Or are you going away?”
Tears filled her eyes as she was speaking these words….those long curly tresses were shinning in the sunlight and the soft blue eyes shimmered with the tears that seemed to have drowned her in a sea of emotions and dillusions.
“No baby….mamma is not going anywhere and neither are you”
“Y is daddy saying we have to go away….its time..”
“Did daddy say that?”
“ya”
“why did he say that?”
“I don’t know”
“Liza come honey we gotta go…..”
Tats Moris…but where is he? Why can’t I see him?
“ Moriss!!!!!! Moris where are you? Where are you taking Liza? Y are you leaving me?”
“Mamma I gotta go…”
“Liza..No”
“Bye bye mamma…you are always in my prayers”
“Lizaaaaaaa”
I wake up with a startle….I look around to see where am i? I was in Liza’s room…holding the photograph of Moris Liza and myself. She was an angel…she looked like Moris…tall fair..blue eyes blonde hair. As my hands touched the frame my tears started to fall on them…
It was a year ago when all were at home…
“Leena….lets go its time”
”Coming….”
I reach the living room…people are gathered near the fireplace next to the piano.
“Hi Leena”
“Hi, I am so glad you could make it Mrs Davis”
“Where is Moris….”
“Next to Liza”
As we all sat in the room contradicting the white polished walls of the house with the dark pitched black attires we were wearing the service began.
“We are gathered here for the last service of Moris and Liza Mckenze, Husband and daughter of Leena Mckenze………”
Tats all that I was able to hear and register. Liza did go with Moris away. That night of the accident it wasn’t just me…Moris and Liza were the ones who were hurt the most. That night I wish I could have saved my husband and my daughter but I just couldn’t do anything…My darling still looked like an angel…Moris her guardian….both the wings of my flight but torn down. I look around everyday to see if I can find them somewhere hiding and playing and just saying “Hey honey I am back”
“Mamma catch me…”
I see every nook and corner to find no one.
It’s been a year after the separation….I am in Liza’s room and cleaning the toys and the books cabinet which I never found the courage to open and check or clean….As I took the books she had always insisted that I never check a page fell down. I took that paper …folded by a 4 yr old…crumpled and kept safe in her books and opened it…
“You are always in my prayers Mamma….both Daddy’s and mine J”
I wept and wept my heart out…..
“You too are in my prayers Liza….I love you both…Moris”
All I heard was a voice familiar, gentle, soft that calmed my untamed heart
“We know”
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