Hello, friends. Please, I need some honest thoughts on this passage of my new title: Fearing A Woman.
Melisa burst through the door, ignoring her children. Her long dress rustled as she plopped onto a cushioned chair in the living room. There, her four kids sat on the floor, munching from bowls in the middle. She had cooked their usual simple meal, heavy on starch but light on important nutrients. Before leaving the house not long ago, she'd left the food in the kitchen and told them to eat when hungry. Little did she know she'd be back so soon.
Melisa curled up in the chair, tucking her knees close to her chest. She rested her head on her arm and then heard her youngest, Emmanuel, crying. Though she heard him, she didn't call him over. She couldn't even recall if the kids greeted her when she came in. Her eyes were wide open, staring into space. Suddenly, she heard a sound from the nearby and was surprised to see her brother-in-law, Caleb, walking in from another room.
Caleb started talking before he even fully entered the living room, but Melisa couldn't catch his words. Her tension had reached a breaking point, drowning out his voice and the children's chatter. Then, out of the blue, her surroundings faded, replaced by vivid images of a terrible accident. The scene played out before her, every detail ghastly and sharp. Caleb's attempts to communicate became distant as her mind fixated on that haunting accident memory.
Now, Caleb appeared as a hazy figure, leaning over her and trying to get her attention. "Is something wrong, ma'am?" he asked urgently. But Melisa couldn't respond. Her mind was tangled, unable to comprehend his words. The kids had stopped eating too, and their noise was no longer registering in her ears. Then, another question pierced the air in the living room: "Where is my father?"
I'll add the second part to the next message. Thanks.