THE LOSS

“YES.”

“MRS. RICK CAN YOU PLEASE COME TO CITY HOSPITAL. YOUR HUSBAND HAS BEEN IN A ROAD ACCIDENT.”

THE WORDS WERELIKE A BULLET FIRED AT A VERY HIGH AIM, PIERCING THROUGH MY SKIN, STRAIGHT INTO MY HEART. I WAS NUMB.

“HELLO? MRS. RICK? HELLO?”

“YES! YES! I WILL BE THERE RIGHT AWAY.”

“PLEASE COME FAST, YOU DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME TO WASTE.”

“WHAT? HOW IS HE? IS HE THAT BAD? TELL ME! PLEASE!”

“WE CAN’T SAY ANYTHING AT THIS MOMENT. PLEASE HURRY TO HOSPITAL.”

“OKAY! PLEASE SAVE HIM! I WILL BE THERE RIGHT AWAY!”

DUMBFOUNDED BY THE SITUATION, I HURRIED TO WAKE UP VENICA. BUT THEN I REMEMBER HOW I CAN TAKE HER THERE. SHE WILL BE SCARED, BUT NEITHER CAN I LEAVE HER ALONE HERE. WHAT DO I DO? THINKING ABOUT ALL THESE, I PULL OUT MY PURSE FROM THE ALMIRAH AND A PIECE OF PAPER SLIPED OUT WITH IT. WHAT IS THIS NOW? I PICKED THE PIECE OF PAPER. IT WAS HER ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER’S NUMBER. AND AN IDEA STRUCK TO MY HEAD.

I HURRIED TO PHONE AND CALLED HER.