Her eyes sparkled like gems
"Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn't know you had and dealing with fears you didn't know existed." —Linda Wooten
The ocean looks so beautiful, so innocent. You would have never guessed what horror lied within the surface. Sunken ships, along with the many lives taken, still trapped within the sunken walls and restless waves. Each wave distracts as the stories become a thing of the past, lucky to make it in the history books. When you think of the ocean you never really realize what lies beyond what your eyes can see. The bodies that once was loved by families, sunken ships that once were made of accomplishment, that traveled through out the world, the sorrow that each person felt as they got lost in the ocean waves, forever masking what lies beyond its beautiful exterior, rarely revealing whats bellow the surface...
We fell between the wooden boards on the train tracks. We both try to get out, but were stuck and no one is around. From a distance, I hear a faint sound coming from behind us. A whistle from a train with smoke blowing from the top and I hear the whistling as it becomes gradually louder with each second. I look at her with the expression of panic plastered on her face. The train gets louder and I hear the gears in motion, propelling it forward as it comes towards us, but we can't break free. Instead, I wrap my arms around her shoulder, suddenly she stops and understands. We huddle close until we start to feel the vibrations from the train. We're calm and we let go as the train blows its horn in desperation for us to move, but it's too fast to stop. Suddenly it ends and the last I felt was a hard blow as everything turned black.
My darling, I could give you anything you ask just give me the word.