Yesterday was pretty bad for me. Especially during the morning.
I prayed that I would make it to school safe and did the same while sweating on the bus ride home.
I had a feeling it wasn't as bad as it could've been all throughout.
I was hoping that nothing bad would happen to anyone, but I just had this awful feeling creeping in the back of my mind and so many shrewd images to pair. I cannot be certain as to how. But I definitely knew.
I knew that when my eyes closed to rest uncertainly, in my very own backyard, someone's would face life changing devastation.
I found out the next morning:
A bus full of high school students on fire; none were injured.
A three year old child in critical condition.
Her father beheaded by his own mistakes.
In Loving Memory of D'Andrew West
