NOW.......
her little brother had died last year...
he had been three.....a baby really....
she had accepted, only recently, that he would not be coming back..
that he would not be placing his fat , little hands on her face ever again.....
he had so adored her....
but she had cried all the tears that a body could produce....
there were no more tears left....
so she went through her days....
seemingly, a 'NORMAL, TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRL',
brushing her hair and eating those big, buttery rolls in the cafeteria.....
and chuckling with her pals...
but inside....
in her heart.....
there was SUCH PAIN and ANGUISH.....
as if an arm had been pulled savagely from her body.....
she wondered why GOD was punishing her in this cruel way...
and her parents......BROKEN.....
devastated and angry......
they never ate dinner with her anymore...
she sat in the kitchen alone...
they had been so happy, as a family...
WHY, OH WHY, had she fought so hard when they wanted to put a fence around the pool ???
AND WHY on earth HAD THEY LISTENED TO HER ??
the guilt on the shoulders of this girl was
UNIMAGINABLY CONSUMING....
epic, survivor guilt.....
how would she go on ??
she could NEVER get in that pool again.....
she had heard her mother telling a friend that they were selling the house....
maybe this was a bad, bad dream.....
maybe she would awaken and her brother would be right there...
safe at home....
