In a few seconds it took me to read the text
the lunchroom
transformed.
The sharp sound of hundreds of
easy-breathing teens
eating
morphed into a dull, quiet constant and
as my friends continued silently
speaking
laughing
living,
I
as far removed in my frozen fear.
I could only think of the picture hanging on my grandparents' fridge---
Two sisters laughing from the coolness o fan old tin bucket,
heavenly in the heat of a summer's day
My older sister,
arm around me,
grinning up at the camera,
happy
living
breathing
but most importantly,
safe.
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