It was a silent Saturday morning. She is staring at her 2nd cup of coffee watching as the steam gracefully goes up and fades few inches from the level of the hot black liquid.
It was a hell of a week. No. It was just the 3 days before this day that was hell. Funny how in few hours, a change in momentum can happen.
Life is like you are riding a roller coaster but you do not see the track ahead. Much like Space Mountain except that with the Disney ride, you kinda know the track is contained within that mountain.
Anyways. Her third cup is being brewed. She finds solace in the silent hiss the coffee maker gave out as the last drop of water from its container travelled to the carafe.
She gently picks up her cup and takes a sip. Waiting a second or two, she stands up and walks towards the visitor's room. The door is opened an inch and she peeped into the room watching as the 4-year-old kid peacefully sleeps. She sips. Kara. That's her. The bubbly kid she always goofs around with and plays with when she visits her friend's place.
In a while, the kid will wake up. She sips. In a while, she will be sitting in front of this kid convincing her to eat breakfast.
In a while, she will have to explain the other two night's turn of events during dinner time in their own house. Probably for the nth time.
Kara's mom's scream.
Her dad's body falling to the ground after fits of cough.
The ambulance. Her mom wails.
The men covered in plastic suits barging in their house. Another cry from her mom.
A lady stranger telling her something about her staying for a while with a guardian.
She looked at mom.
Mom does not look.
She wants to run to mom but she was told few days ago she cannot. She has obeyed those weird rules since it started. Just one hug. Maybe just one answer to a "why"?
Maybe.
