Remembering

They killed my mother, and now she’s gone.

I wish I could turn back time so I could relive those short memories just one more time with her.

The way she gathered food for our family with my father.

The way she looked at me with those beautiful black eyes.

The way she chose the right path in life.

The way she would hold me in the shade just because she knew I hated the sun.

I blink back the tears now as I think of that dreadful day, the worst day in my short life. She told me to stay outside the store while she went inside to get some food. I looked on in horror as I saw two large men corner her in an aisle. Time itself seemed to slow down as they smashed her frail body against the shelves, forcing the last breath out of her poor lungs.

And now I get the news that I may have only a few days to live. I’m going to live these last days as well as I can - exploring the great big world and avoiding those awful men.

Life is hard being a fly.