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Warning: Sensitive topic and a sensitive chapter that will be triggering for some due to the topic of the passing of a child. Please skip the chapter if it triggers you. I apologize in advance if I have offended anyone 💙
The call came on August 15th at 5:45 PM. I was sitting and watching T.V. I was relaxed in Derek's arms as we ate popcorn and drank sodas. The mood was calm. Quiet. Chill. Like there was nothing that could interrupt what we were doing in our downtime.
That's when the phone rang. Three words were spoken over the phone. Three words that made me drop my popcorn. Three words that made me sit up in shock. Three words that had Derek lean up and ask me what was wrong. To this day, those three words still haunt me.
I never thought I would have to hear them. I dropped the phone on the floor as Heidi kept talking. Asking me if I was there while trying to keep herself from crying harder than she already was. But I couldn't hear her voice or any other voices around me.
When did Tamara get in front of me? I have no clue. Snapping her fingers in front of my face. Derek shaking me on the side. Tears slowly started falling from my eyes. It was a waterfall. My heart was aching. This isn't supposed to happen. Why would God let this happen?
"Iman!"
I snapped out of the trance collapsing to the ground as Derek and Tamara fell with me.
"What happened?"
I uttered the same three words.
"Skylar passed away."
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I wiped my tears with one tissue then picked another to blow my nose. After discarding them in the garbage I sniffled and finished zipping up my black dress. I walked into the living room and I tied my hair into a ponytail. I placed my feet into my black heels and then headed out the door.
It was August. It was supposed to be hot and sunny today. But outside looked gray and dull. Or maybe that's just how I was seeing things. I canceled all upcoming appointments that Tamara booked. I didn't feel like doing anything. My whole body felt numb. During the drive, I thought about my sister Maya. Her smile, her laughter when she was making fun of me and my other sisters, and the school pictures that she had taken with her class. The gaps in her gums are due to missing teeth. I pictured her in her toddler years running around with her friends at school. Playing in the sandbox, playing tag, hide and seek, or any other games that children are supposed to be playing. I think about her growing and what she will become when she gets older. And that's what parents are supposed to be thinking about. Looking forward to seeing, enjoying, and watching their young children go through the stages of life and become adults. The image of my sister on the swing smiling back at me as I pushed her came into my mind. Now at the tender age of twelve about to be a teen I let out a strangled whimper. The thought of ever losing her came to my mind. Life would never be whole for me again if I ever lost any of my siblings.
