Seeing her face instantly sent a shock of happiness through my body. She was dressed in a white shirt and pants, white sneakers and a white baseball cap. Her hair was braided into two ponytails that reached her waist. And she smiled, she smiled ever so brightly, with that front tooth still missing. She looked the same. My baby.
There was a bright light that emitted from her small body and it made her skin shine, she was like fire in that moment; too bright to look at but, you don't want to look away neither. We were enclosed in a white room and we were only a few feet apart.
I kept running and running and running but I never reached, yet, I just couldn't give up. Finnaly, my legs gave up on me and I fell to the floor. My eyes began to burn and I held out my hands trying to reach her. She smiled, shook her head and mouthed 'no' before starting to fade away.
I cried while trying to crawl to her. I got up, held out my hands and began to run to her. I just wanted to hold her. One. More. Time. But, by the time I reached the spot she was in, I was only met with air.
I fell to the floor, held my legs to my chest and allowed my eyes to flood. Soon, the white room started enveloping me in darkness and the happiness I once felt, left. I started to fall into a dark hole but, falling seemed like the only legit thing to do. So, I fell, I let one last tear slip from my eye and I fell.
"Adira." Someone called, I couldn't tell who it was, I wasn't even sure if it was a man or woman. "Adira." They called again. "Adira. Adira. Adira." With each time they called, they hit me. "Adira!" They shouted and their hand met my butt. Whoever it was hit me so hard that I rolled, but when I expected to hit the floor, I found that I'd only rolled onto the rug. "Adira." I finally put up my head and was met with the familiar brown eyes of my sister.
Assyria. She was named after a great city that fell. But, Assyria, never falls. Despite her prim and proper outside, Assyria is one of the strongest women I know. She had gotten pregnant when she was in college, studying to be a surgeon, but she held her head up. God, she cried hard when she found out they were twins and the father denied them but, she dried those tears and is doing what she has to do, without a man. And even though she had to give up her dream, she somehow manages to smile and love her children. Assyria. The woman that never fell.
I rubbed my eyes. "What time is it?" I asked looking around. I ran my left hand through the rug and touched the hard wood with my right hand. "And how in the world did I end up on the floor?" She laughed lightly while putting her hand out to pull me up. I grabbed her hand and pushed myself up as she helped.
"You've been on the floor for," she looks at her watch, "about fifteen minutes. I've been trying to wake you but, you wouldn't budge. Seems like you were in a deep dream. What were you dreaming about Adira? I bet it was Chris! That is one fine man..." She babbles. I chuckle lightly, closest thing I've had to a good laugh in a month. She's always had this obsession with Chris, ever since she met him.
"Assyria!" I shout interrupting her babbling about Chris, laughter glazed in my voice. She turns to me wide eyed. "What is the time?" I ask, relieved that she has finally shut up.
She looks down at her watch. "Seven, twenty two. Speaking of time, your ass of a husband has been calling you since about seven." The mere mention of Emmanuel has changed Assyria's mood. She has never liked him, I have no idea why. I begin to open my mouth to ask her a question but she beats me to it. "And hell no, I didn't answer it. I would have probably choked him through the phone."
Shaking my head, I go over to my bag that is on the dressing table, take out my phone to call Emmanuel but before I get to call him, my phone sends me a reminder. Political Banquet Dinner. "Oh my." Quickly I put all my things into my bag, sit down and try to pull my shoes on. When they're on, I kiss my dad on his cheek and hug Assyria. "I gotta go. Tell mom and AJ I said hi, and kiss my nephews for me."
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