I was awaken by a mourning sound coming from the kitchen. I hurriedly got to the kitchen and saw my wife crying. She was holding a newspaper with a glass of milk on the table. I asked her what was going on but she didn't listen. I told her to calm down but still, the words just passed right through her ears. I cried. It's like everything I do is not enough for her. Out of the blue, she packed up her things and put them in her bag as if she was to go on vacation. I tried to stop her but she just treated me like I was nothing. She did not cease to cry. She walked away through the door and spilled the milk right on the floor. I followed her but as I walked right pass the puddle of milk and step on it, I didn't made any footprint. Strange. She rode our car and continued to weep there. I knocked but it was still useless. She started the engine and drove away. I was determined to catch up so I took the shortcuts hoping I would embrace her again. In the blink of an eye, the moment that made my tears drop happened. The car crashed. I got down on my knees. I felt very weak. After awhile, my wife stepped out of the incident. And I hugged her tight knowing that we can now be together forever.
