Those same innocent rocks that I remembered from earlier in the day were a guide to us going home. It was as if they filled every pot hole and moved out of our way. The sun was giving Kim energy to run as fast as she could while carrying my lifeless bloody body. And when we reached the downward hill it was if angels made her feet run faster as she struggled to hold my slippery body in her arms.
I don’t recall arriving home that day to my father, brother, and cousin. All I remember was this beautiful woman standing over me, a bright high yellow of a woman. She had big brown eyes, and a glow of amazement. She was the one who comforted me and held my hand. It was like I knew her, her very ora; was like family. She held my hand and we skipped to the sound of peace. It was sort of like walking on clouds. I remember hearing giggling and seeing two young children there with me. “Mom run with us” they said and we all began to run. Who were these beautiful children with curly black hair, they seemed so sweet. And then in an instant the kids were gone and she began to fade. Even until this day, I am saddened that I had to leave her. I distinctively remember her letting my hand go, and walking backwards away. I watched her until the last thing I saw were her high cheek bones disappear.
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