In the midst of turmoil and stormy skies,
A boy and his sister, with hopeful eyes,
Left behind the echo of parents' fight,
To seek their grandfather, their guiding light.
Through winding roads and bus's hum,
They faced an accident, fears begun.
Radio crackles, a storm announced,
Yet their spirits remained untrounced.
Dreaming of Grandpa, wise and kind,
His sister's optimism, a treasure to find.
But on the road, a sight so dire,
Their father's license plate, a symbol of prior.
The boy’s heart raced, thoughts in a whirl,
Should he write to Grandpa or alert the driver’s world?
A choice to make, courage to gather,
To speak to the police, to face the matter.
In this journey of young and bold,
A lesson in bravery begins to unfold.
Through the storm, with hearts pure and bright,
They navigate challenges, guided by light.
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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