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Borrys Monologue

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playing cricket outside. I pitched the ball to Borys, with a loud crack the ball went soaring. Roman was a much better pitcher than I, but still I was not bad. Borys was the best hitter of us all, and he made it known. He always made a point to make actions when he was up like the people The once so clear and blue sky was filled with ashes and smoke. The bright shining sun was covered by a sheet of grey. The warmth that radiated from the sun moments ago came so much more from the blazing fire now. As the buildings were devoured by flames the cloud of smoke grew ever more. The grey shadowed the city and swallowed the light.
This is all I could think about as I lay in this hospital bed. I tug at my spotted blue gown as the doctor explains …show more content…

I looked at my clock on my dresser and it was about time to pray. Usually every night me and my family would pray at 9:30. When I came out of my room the boys were already kneeling at Bory’s bed. The boys had bunk beds and Borys slept on the bottom so we always prayed at the foot of his bed. We folded our hands and bowed our heads and prayed our nighttime prayer. Every night we say the same prayer together and then we each said something to dad. Every night since he died we have said something to him when we prayed. It was hard at first but it got better and I really think the talking helped. Borys benefited the most. He was five when dad died and it must have been hard for him to to understand what had happened, that dad was really gone. Talking to him probably helped, even if we didn’t get to see him. I remember him asking mom where dad was and when he’d get back. I know it pained my mother every time he asked and I tried to explain to him that dad wasn’t coming back but still he persisted. How Roman took dad’s death, I don’t know. Roman was weird for a while after dad died. He would talk when asked to or when expected but other than that he was quiet mostly. He still played cricket and got his work done and helped around the house but he wasn’t the same. I assume it was some kind of coping mechanism, he was closer to dad than any of us. It took about a year but slowly he became less solemn and distant and we …show more content…

The boys talked about cricket and friends, which wasn’t unusual. My mom said something about being grateful for her amazing kids. Probably for us more than her. A lot of the time she would say little things around us but I’d hear her talking to him more later. That night when my mother thought I had already gone to sleep I heard her up, talking to him. This was pretty normal but that night my mother sounded more frantic than usual. She was babbling about some drill at the power plant the next day. My mother worked at the big power plant in our city. Now I suppose that big power plant is all anyone even remembers about where I lived. Before the accident though, our town thrived. People were constantly walking on the streets, visiting the beach and my favorite, riding the ferris wheel. We lived in the city of Chernobyl. My mother went on about how one of the reactors in the plant didn’t seem right to her. She was worried about the test tomorrow. She said she had tried to express her worries to some of her colleagues but they wouldn’t listen. No matter how smart or how talented or how right my mother was, she was still a woman. In fact she was one of the only women that worked at that power

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