She Never Came Back Again
- A Reality - I packed my suitcase that night with deep sadness. Once in a while, I catch myself staring blankly into space still feeling dumbfounded about the news. Not wanting to be late for my evening flight, I snapped out of it and brought myself back into what I was doing and shoved the tugging melancholia back inside my head. I took a slow, sharp breath; mustered the courage to finish my preparations, and carefully ensured I had everything I needed for my short trip home. I gave it my best to focus and get my packing done. I prepared only the basic items - my clothes, some snacks for my nieces and nephews, passport, and my travel essentials. Then, I did one final check which made me feel a tinge of satisfaction knowing everything was set. But within the tick of a second, that satisfaction turned into a quiet pause that made time slow down. Clenching a fist over my chest, I broke down in tears again and while I knew I've prepared what I can, there's one more thing...