The Call
Abby Saila@sailaabby718822
1 month ago
The call came when we were getting dressed for Church on February the 5th. My brother returned from service in the Navy the previous week. It's been a long time since we were together as a family. I cherished every moment because I learnt very early that people and situations were subject to change. Growing up in a war zone would teach you to appreciate peaceful moments in your life. You could be happy one minute and the next you are running for your life. Our safety was non-existent regardless of what the government portrayed to the world. I was born the fourth daughter in a house full of girls - we were seven (what were my parents thinking?) My brother came first but his arrival signalled the end of another male child in my branch of the family, much like he declared himself the only male sibling allowed in my family. My dad was what you would call amiable until you cross him, still sometimes I wonder how my mom and dad met since they were polar opposite. I guess contrary personalities align when affection bridge the gap? The day before the call came my sisters and I had gone grocery shopping because we had plans to surprise my dad who was on a business trip. When we got home though, we heard something came up at the last minute so he would be with us at the end of the week. Unhappiness coloured the air because of the sudden change, and it was somewhat distressing for me. My dad was my dearest friend. I started a business right after Uni and his advice and resources helped a lot. He became my go-to whenever I had issues and questions. I found he had an uncanny knowledge of the business world, always coming up with unique and fresh out-of-the box productive ideas. He was one of the first person to invest financially into my business when it got to the stage when I was ready to expand it. I see life through his eyes sometimes. I was assimilating the best way to strategically restructure my HR department when a scream resonated through the hallway. Dashing headlong in the direction of the voice which happened to be my mom's, I found her groaning in pain. I registered other presence in the room and my first thought was her headaches were back again. Migraines from her teenage years often occurred at random times. I was thinking of calling the doctor when my sister said the words. Her lips were moving but I couldn't hear a thing above the ringing in my ears. My last thought was why?
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