By: Renishaki. K
January 25, 1999. 6:15 a.m, she laid on her warm bed. As it was one of the snowy and cold mornings. She heard light squeaks from the lubrication of the garage door as it was closing. It was her parents leaving for work in their silver grand Cherokee. Her eyes slowly opened due to the ray of light, which shone through her window. The softness of the flowered blanket covering her body, keeping it warm. As she was about to get out of bed for school, she thought of how she would have to abscond her warm divan. Her eyes shut slowly as her mind gazed off for a couple of hours.
“Sashaaaaa!” the loud roar of some familiarity, awoke her. A frightened reaction had her clutching on to her mantle. She had been in the middle of a bad dream, and all that she remembered was the sight of a young girl, about her age, crying in a corner, all alone. The expression on the girls face seemed as if it was plastered on hers as she got herself out of bed. Confusingly made her bed and walked at a fairly eased pace to the bathroom. Before she’d reached to pushed open the door, the crying of the phone puzzled her. The ring had halted after the second. 7:03 a.m. she heard the same voice that was more silenced, from downstairs. The responses were cut short. She swayed towards the top of the wooden varnished railing of the staircase to listen to the subtle conversation.
“Oh my god! Oh Lord. This can’t be happening.” The voice executed the most worried tone, as it then broke in to tears and the words faded. With a slow rattle she heard the phone being put back into its place. Her mind baffled, she rushed down the twenty-one stepped stair case. The bond of her feet and the wood implemented light thumps. As a figurine of an old woman appeared as she got to the bottom. It was her grandmother. She couldn’t read the expression on her face. It appeared as if she had lost something that was precious.
“Nanna, what happened?” her voice was calm and curious. Nana, as she loved calling her that, she was the one that took care of her and her brother as her parents went to work. Nana looked up at her; her soft wrinkles emerged as she tried to create a happy grin. But her eyes didn’t and never lied. “Nana, what happened?” she repeated with some patience. Nana’s eyes were weary, and moist. So moist as they proved something awful had happened hence she’d cried to the person on the phone. Another loud ring had interrupted the silence in the house. Nana quickly turned away and hurried to the phone in the kitchen that had the odour of cooked omelettes that filled the atmosphere. She followed her as her curiosity bloomed; she wanted to find out who it was on the phone. She grabbed her focus to guess what was being said at the other end, and putting that with the responses she heard from Nana.
“Yes dear, it just happened and I received a call from Stevan.” Rushing her answers, Nana hoped that she wouldn’t figure out what had happened. Stevan, was her uncle; her mother’s younger brother.
“Nana! Why did uncle Stevan call, what happened tell me Nana tell me!” Frustrated, she felt the moisture build up in her eyes as her face burned up she caught her Nana’s left arm with her right hand. She noticed the fright through Nana’s gaze down straight in to her eyes. With a hopeless tone, “You’re mother and father got in to an accident.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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