The yelling stopped. Then I heard loud footsteps and the living room door slam shut.
I sat up in bed as the family car started up and quickly drove away. I stared at my candle as it flickered spastically at its end. Suddenly darkness engulfed the room. I slowly lay back down and heard the faint sound of my mother crying. My heart sank and my body became numb. I felt powerless as I heard words through her tears.
“Why? Why God? Answer me dammit! Why?”
Yelling and crying was nearly a nightly occurrence through my youth. But I never heard her talk to herself before that night. Soon after I fell asleep I was awakened suddenly by my mother.
“Let’s go Joshua. Don’t ask any questions.”
God must have answered her that evening. We never went back home.
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