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As Melissa approached the office, she slowed her merry skip to a shuffled walk as a lady in a gray suit stood, watching her. Instantly, she felt uncomfortable. She wanted to run back to class, but she couldn’t, because she found herself in front of the lady.
“Melissa,” she began, getting on her knees in front of the girl so she could see eye to eye with her. “My name is Miss Cafert, sweetie. I’m going to be taking care of you for a few days.”
“What about my mommy and daddy? Do they know?”
Miss Cafert’s face bore a contorted expression of pain as she said: “Your parents were in an accident, sweetie.”
Melissa wasn’t listening as Miss Cafert explained about the drunk driver that plowed into her parents’ car, or that they were both still alive, but in bad shape at the hospital. She couldn’t really think of much as ghastly images filled her head as her eyes filled with tears. Miss Cafert took her hand gently, and led her from the school to a small car.
“Everything is going to be OK, sweetie. Your parents will be fine.”
And for once in her life, she was lied to. Her father recovered quickly enough sporting a chunky cast on his arm and had a Frankenstein-like appearance because of stitches needed to close large gashes in his forehead. Her mother took longer, being in a coma, and feared to never wake. The toughest thing Melissa had to ever do was to stand in the room with her family as life support was ended, and her mother slipped away. Miss Cafert was with her, holding her tiny trembling hand as machines were turned off, and removed as Melissa’s family stood silent and still.
When she looked back on that day, all she could remember was the beeping of equipment, the tone quickening with her heart as her mothers’ failed. She was dumbfounded. She couldn’t eat, she couldn’t speak, and she could barely keep her head up when she wasn’t laying down, or reclining on the couch, which was often. She didn’t even shed a tear. Not even when she was older and grown to accept that her mother was gone, she watched her die, and never even got to say goodbye.
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