Everyone was asleep.
I took that chance to
sneak away, finding a bathroom on the other end of the building.
Behind closed doors I
mourned.
I cried.
I sobbed.
I wanted to punch a wall,
to break something, but I held back.
I didn’t want to wake the
others.
I know they all feel they
way I do. We all share in our loss.
The loss of family,
security, of our way of living.
I froze when I heard the
bathroom door creak open.
“Ren John?”
Nora’s voice was soft and
sleepy.
“Ren John, are you okay?”
I wiped the tears from my
face. I smiled.
I lie to her, and tell
her I’m fine.
She hugs me, and it takes
all my strength not to start crying again.
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