Healed by the Super Power

hey were thick, light couldn't pass through, if there was any. She shifted herself, moving with only her buttocks until she was close to the bedside lamp on the left side of the

e light for the room too. The room became br

was outside, too early in the morning. Her dad would have been awake by that time. It was strange that he hadn't come to her room yet,

e, her body was craving some water. She filled an empty cup from the sink and drank from the cup. She knew well that this was one of the things her father did not let her do herself. He thought

A voice

le, she thought it was her mother, but she ruled out the possibility almost immediately. If it were her mother, she would have recognized her voice without so much thinking. She wondered if there was a chance that something happened to her mom while she was gone and t

side. Maybe she had been there all along, maybe she had been waiting for someone to open the door for her, maybe she was lonely and she needed help like Edith did sometimes. One thing was sure, Edi

ms open wide enough to receive her, but there was none. No arms, no mother, only space and a street doused in the dimness of sunrise. She walked down the stairs and checked her environment. She couldn't let up the opportunity

of where she heard her name. She recognized the caller then. She didn't have to think twice, she just knew. The caller was in the sky, star

lips, she asked

r asked for

the star that called her from inside, outside. Her eyes quivered, her legs shook, and vomited every ability to keep her standing. She fell to the group, a mass heap of a thu

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ight before, he wasn't expecting anything different. There wasn't much three hours of sleep could do. The blinds were drawn and he caught a glimpse of the looming sunrise. He dragged himself out of the bed

ll the curtains before going to bed the night before. He changed his direction from Edith's room to the sitting room. The door was wide open. He could see it as he drew closer. Hi

ouldn't open the door, so he crossed off that option. If Edith was the perpetrator, there was a lot to be worried about. How she opened

s concern was doubled and he wasn't finding clues to any answer. But as he turned, a mass of body attracted him by the side of the stairs. The clothes on the body were famil

er warm body warmed his heart but wasn't enough to quieten his mind. Her hand was

e blamed himself for sleeping so soundly and forgetting that he was supposed to be taking care of a child who was too young at heart to fend for herself. He wondered how long it had been since she fell in

use he prayed for help? Did they think he was tired and he considered his child a burden too much for him to bear? His eyes grew misty, heavy with tears. He relayed the details of the em

eping instead of monitoring every movement of his child. He earnestly waited for the arrival of the emergency vehicle. The vehicle appeared a couple

He asked that they should overlook his misdeeds once and restore his child to life. Don had never begged more than he did on that journey to the hospital. Tears flowed hea

*

stood up from the bed, picked up the phone, answered the call, and went to the balcony because she didn't want to disturb Ra

igh-pitched voice. She recognized the voice everywhere because of its peculiarity. She had not met someone as old as the voice owner having a voice so shrill and high. "Jessica Payne

s up to as friends. They pranked every teacher in the school and no one could control them or put a stop to it. One time, they kept a rat in their biology teacher's bag. She was rummaging through the bag for her keys when the frightened rat bit

nd they hadn't been able to come together again until the high school reunion started. It wasn't long before Sharon realized that Ray went to the same high school too. He was obviously her senior

o be careful to recognize the pain and longing that a

How are you doing? And to what

have forgotten that today is

that more than anyone else. As much as she would have, she couldn't blame herself. The move had been draining, and taking care of Ray by herself had been exhausting. It woul

get? Ray and I spent a lot of money on this on

ickness in his voice." She attempted to mimic Ray's voice but failed terribly. Sharon laughed

disturbed her mind. She kicked away the feeling, shrugged, and put her focus on her

d nowadays too." She sighed. "Are we not getting old too fast Sun? I'm scared that our mates will start to die soon." Her normal

sband and the possibility of the words Jessica uttered. "Let's concentrate on the life we have now

ion today. Who knows? It could be the last time we get to see each othe

an't wait to see the matchless bea

a pop sound indicated

e parable about time waiting for no man became truer and truer. It was almost impossible to believe that only some years back, they were all young. They were energetic lads who

senior community surrounded by adults like himself, she had to find somewhere to put him for the day. An adult daycare center seemed to

the other. They could see it in the excuses and withdrawal. In addition, she and Ray had contributed a large amount of money to the success of the event. It was only proper

ne numbers of day centers on the list, but it wasn't too bad to try. She returned to the room. Ray was still soundly asleep, his snores were soft gasps and Sharon couldn't deny that she loved to hear them. It was one o

arching. That was the only way she could tell if it was there or not. Fortunately, the list was in the cupboard, and it didn't take her long to find it. She skimmed t

losure it gave to her and the breathing space it allowed her. She carried a chair with her as she went. She placed the chair close to the rail and sat. She put the l

otice. Sharon politely ended the call. There were ten numbers to ten different day centers on the list and by the time Sharon called the seventh number, she was starting to get agitat

the community members were likely gathered. Sharon could tell that it was the recreation center because that was the only social area very close to her

to the room. She thought about completing her tasks for the morning, helping Ray, and maybe, if sh

s gone. Ray wasn't in the room. Sharon tried to remember if Ray called for help. She wondered had been t

kitchen, dining, and sitting room. There wasn't any trace of Ray. If Sharon thought she was agitated before, she certainl

as fast as her legs could carry her. The door was slightly open. Her conviction that Ray had exited the house was strengthened. She headed towards the center praying with every fiber in her body

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disappointment that crossed her face as she led him to the bathroom, bathed him, and clothed him, was evident and vivid for a blind person to see. Sometimes she was familiar, sometimes she wasn't, but Ray knew he was used to her. The woman who slept by his side and claimed to be hi

he lifted himself off the bed, he saw himself move, despite the pain that shot through his body mimicking a train speeding th

s an urgency about it that made Ray lose focus of the search

or said delusion was one of his symptoms. He stopped considering the possibility of the statement

just had to find out who it was. He draped himself in a coat, put on a pair of shoes, and walked out of the house, gathering all the strength in him. His wif

were lots of elders, people older than Ray, some even younger. Even as he saw them, he knew it wasn't any of them. At the entrance of the center, the voice called his name again. It was loud, clear, and audib

ke care of himself, maybe he was delusional sometimes, but nothing had been more devastating. A star was reaching out to him. He wanted to

ready started between himself and the sky. It didn't matter that the people around him could only hear his side of the conversation. That was if they were close enough to listen and pick up the conversati

d. The crowd was around him, trying to see what to do with him. A few seconds late

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d not walk all by himself, so the conflict about how he could have gotten so far from the apartment messed with her head. Not that the distance was so far, but for someone with his condit

ecognized his hair and jacket. She knew from then without reasonable doubt that the person who looked unconscious on the lawn to the center was Ray. She

m her eyes. She didn't know what to say or how to react. Her heart pounded harder and she could swear that it would j

nother person asked her a

initial silence at the revelation that the victim was her husband was replaced by more quest

aron uttered over and over and over. Someone from the crowd held onto her. Ray was wheeled into the emergency bus and s

prayers were made for Naomi and how she still died. Sharon got even more scared. She didn't want to relieve the Naomi scenario. She loved Ray and wanted him to b

rateful that she had him. She was grateful that she could take care of him and love him. She di

t some stupid prayers could solve anything. Her heart broke into pieces and she just hoped that he would s