“This is really special to Mrs. S, please don’t break it.”
I watched the aged Penn State rocking chair that belonged to my husband’s sweet grandmother be pushed, banged, and slammed into the cabinets behind it. It’s happening again.
Time passes…
“What happened?”
I can feel the heat on my face as I realize how red it is. My heart is beating faster. I repeatedly slow down my breathing as I explain while bins continue to fly off of shelves.
Time passes…
“I’m coming over…..”
She grabs my hand and walks with me. I can’t tell you how long it’s been since anyone has done that. I’m not actually even sure anyone has ever done that to me before.
Time passes…
This time, no one’s talking. Just the voices and visions in my head as I relive every moment. I scream cry and hit the steering wheel as I make my drive home. I’m mad. I’m angry. I’m so incredibly sad. I’m lost. I’m worried. I feel like I’m failing. I can’t breathe.
Time passes…
I’m home. I’m showered. I’m curled up next to my husband and trying to slice my way through this. I just don’t know if it’s enough.
March Slice of Life Story Challenge
hosted by the Two Writing Teachers
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