July 29, 2008
Mother asked me that dreaded word: why. I stood at the tiny airport, crying my eyes out, before I shrugged her off and went through security check. Still, as I waited to board the plane, I had to bite my tongue several times to not start sobbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, all that I had kept calm for months came bubbling up, vicious memories and reasons that defied logic. There was no end to it, and even as I went to see my grandmother, I had to keep careful watch over myself to not turn into fragments; it was a draining exercise.