THE ERROR OF MY WAYS
My daughter was one of eight teenagers shot at that party.
When I got to the hospital she was still in the resuscitation area . I forced my way to the gurney. Her eyes were wide with fear and pleading as the ER team frantically worked on her. She slowly turned her head toward me as I cried, “Baby!”, and then her eyes turned glassy. The cops had to pull me to ground. I heard the cry of the monitors as their signals terminated. Someone was screaming. It was me.
I saw my wife running. She was running to me but I couldn’t hear her. I was a pair of eyes floating where my soul had vanished. My face was hot and wet. My heart dripped in snot to the floor. I was defeated and I tried to die, I mentally willed myself to die…
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