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The Day of The Incident
#On the Way to Ogologos High
Janis was unmindful of the flashes of headlights from the oncoming traffic. She simply kept gazing at something far in the distance. She did not feel the occasional stops and then moves of the cab. She was clutching onto her handbag and the umbrella. She wasn’t even thinking about anything. She was just staring at the atmosphere outside the side windows, blurred and fogged by warmth inside and coolness outside. She used her index finger to write on the misty window. She wrote, “Tom.”
It was clear. Even if she was not thinking anything, her dear son occupied the entirety of her being. He was the only thing that kept her going—enduring all the abuse from her husband. Tom was her lighthouse in a dark ocean, a bright moon in the darkest hour of the night. He was the only thing that made her smile. Tom was her salvation.