I remember the days when thy used to cry themselves to sleep.
I remember it vaguely though.
I saw the older one weeping in the tv room..
or rather, I heard him weeping.
I reached to him and rocked him back and forth in my embrace.
something a mother would naturally do.
He was only nine years of age then.
In the evening,a little after seven, a strong breeze came by,
and I could've sworn it was a mini tornado.
I wasn't far from wrong assumptions.
She was lost in the haze of sand..
screaming her name was all that could be done- the silent response followed by it jus kept everyone on edge.
It lasted for almost half an hour showering us with sand the color of wood..
it decorated the house both inside and outside with sand dat could build a row of pyramids.
I gasped.convulsively.