ACIR HILLS
“Don’t cry, peanut.”
Gary’s words only made the tears stream harder. Before I could make a scene, I composed myself. I retreated from the hug, wiped the tears away, then offered a soft smile to him.
“Come on, let’s go paint.”
I inaudibly thanked him, grateful for the diversion. Pain still settled in my chest as I recalled what he just shared with me. The mere thought of losing your wife and only daughter consecutively was a shot in the heart.
He saw Shiela’s lifeless body when he came home from work, then realized he was too late. Gary could only accept the fact that two of his loved ones were already gone.
It breaks my heart.
When I chose this as part of my community service, it didn’t occur to me the chances of a situation like this happening. I was so lost in my own
