Bending in the warm morning sun on the veranda while scouring out the soup pan, out of no where a wave of fear crashed over the body that habits the soul. In that moment its known everything will never be the same again. In the far distance the cool wind can be heard in the trees, it announces the coming rains in the later hours of the day. A realization of what might and might not be, the truth not said but known, a hunger not felt but feed. In those moments the future is not determined but its understood. In the upper room of the house a baby cries,…
