Walking in a Haze
I step out of the building not knowing where to go. I have always known how to keep my composure. I always believed that I belong to that percentage of the human race whose life goes on without a major hitch. Bad things happen only to other people. Or so I thought. At this point, losing a loved one was something I wasn’t prepared for yet. Before I left the building, I went into her room asking her to be strong and hold on. I begged her not to leave us yet. It was something I did out of pure selfishness. The past few days were the most painful in her entire life. Yet I ask her to stay for our sake . . . for my sake.
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