It was hard for them to sleep, when so much was going on around them.
As kids, they would pretend to sleep, maybe out of fear or sometimes felt asleep in fear.
They felt asleep while praying or when they were left off at their Grandmother's house by worrying.
You cannot imagine what went through them as they tried to sleep, pretended to sleep rather pretended to dream.
Ah!! Their dreams, they dreamt of normal lives, their own rooms, their mother smiling and safe, a regular dad, in short a happy family.
During sunlight, they would quite seem to forget about the night, return to their laughter, to their sisterhood, to their toys, to their mother embracing their liveliness.
The girls grew older and the nights became wilder. They gave up on praying with a lot of struggle. They started fighting, crying, struggling, protecting, protesting for their right, right to have a peaceful night. They ran with their tiny, 3rd grade feets with their mummy, they ran in the middle of the night. In the middle of the night, to their Grandparent's house. The only house that they could trust with a peaceful night.
Again the morning came, all of them tried to forget the night. Tried to forget their dream of a peaceful night. Went back to their laughter, sisterhood, schoolwork and play and all those things that would prevent them from having a mind, a mind that would remind them of the dream of a peaceful night.
Adolescent nights weren't kind to them. They couldn't unfortunately deliver peaceful nights, the neighbors stopped wondering why?
It wasn't until college that one of them got to live a continuous span of peaceful nights. She was shocked to see that nights like that could exist forever. Has her dreams came true?
Unfortunately, she decided to spend few days back home. And got hit by those nights, those nights where all they did was cry, fight and rhyme.