My hair today was unkempt, twisted with knots and unfurling braids, so maybe that’s why my mom was petting my head.
My hands were clammy, cold with a tremble, so maybe that’s why my dad was holding them so tightly.
I saw tears, please don’t cry, I heard wails, please don’t feel sad, I’m confused, but at least I’m not alone here.
My vision was blurry, the sounds...