Sunset at noon
Taking that walk was the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I could not hold my tears as I watched the caskets go deeper and deeper into the six feet pit. Who would have thought that two most beautiful souls, so young, would go down in such a tragic way? I glanced across to where my parents were, and all I could see we tears of despondency trickling down their cheeks. Their eyes were so red from weeping that 5hey just stood there and let the tears trickle down. My whole family had just been separated, and all that remained was a family, crippled for life from the loss of two children.
As I stood there, the memories came flooding into my mind like a river whose banks have broken. I could not keep them out in as much as I tried. That afternoon had been the happiest of my life. My two siblings would arrive from abroad where they had established a growing empire and a name for themselves. Being just a mere child in high school, the only thought that ran through my mind were all the goodies they would bring. The fact that they came from abroad just made the idea tastier and the anticipation even greater.
We left home to pick them at the airport, which was a few miles away from my home. All through the drive, I kept fantasizing of all the good things siblings would bring from abroad, but most of all the thrill of seeing them in person made my heart race with joy as could not wait to see them. My parents, on the other hand, looked calm as ever. How could they not be happy to see their own children again after six years abroad? The look on their faces gave the expression of contentment and inward joy. They looked like two time bombs ready to explode with joy. That, however, did not stop me from asking when we would arrive at the airport.
The traffic jam on the airport way slowed us down as taxis came and went into and from the airport. We finally found a parking spot and went into the waiting Lounge. However, on arrival, there was a lot of commotion as a group of people with uniform rushed towards the control centre. I had grown up in the suburban side of the city, but I have never seen such a big group of people with racial variation all in one place
“Flight 386 has been delayed. Please bear with us.” This message gave me chills. From what I gathered, flights are rarely ever late. If this flight was delayed there had to be a technical issue.
Nevertheless, I brushed off this premonition and waited impatiently for them to arrive. As minutes turned into hours, we started to grow impatient. People started asking questions. This kind of delay was not normal. At precisely six pm in the evening, the tough news arrived. Flight 386 had crushed into the Sahara Desert. No one had survived.