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The Light Out of the Darkness

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I was never aware of all the voices around me, some with tones of despair, others with anger, and some with stunned disbelief. I had only ever noticed the change in the beeps. First they were rhythmic and somewhat comforting to me, the routine of beeping was safe in my mind. I could only hear those beeps and see the act of death blackening the bright canvas that was my mother`s soul. The beeping then changed – joining to form one endless nightmare that signified her death. That was that, she was gone. The light had faded from her eyes all that remained was a shell. I was so confused.
I know all babies cry, but to me, it always seemed it was crying in complete despair, at whole knowledge that she would grow without a mother, but now so would I. It didn’t matter if there was one person in the room or a hundred, it made the same difference. With all the voices there must have been more than one, but it was just him – a broken man, his heart and soul wholly shattered. It was simple – her death was his destruction
I was always shocked at the deterioration of my father. My mother`s absence was as if I knife had shredded his soul in two. The half that remained had blackened and withered. I never even knew such love between them had existed but her loss and proved the contrary. The sight of his devastation was the biggest source of my anger. Within this he was selfish, only caring for his loss, but not for mine. I had never cried though and maybe that was why he cared not to check

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