I Hold Your Hand

It was a long day. She just arrived at the house, after spending an hour in traffic. She was used to it. But, she lost patience quickly, as she just finished a really busy day at work. She achieved some of her year's goals and met deadlines of that day. It was not just perfect, as it was in the cost of adding extra hour and a half of her time to accomplish all of that.

As soon as she entered home, everything vanished. She walked straight to that room, as if she was programmed to do that. There was no hello at the door, and she did not even notice that. The only thing she saw was the blue and pink room, as soon as she open the room's door. She tossed the toy elephant from the chair and sat next to the crib. She was looking at it, as if she was seeing someone in there. As if her baby is still asleep. The crib was empty. The room was quiet. It was the quietness that strikes more than anything else. She said while talking in a soft voice to herself, "it's not nice for a little soul to stay silent". She held the crib's edge and looked into the empty crib. The memories were going through the times she prayed that he was given more time. She stayed silent as she always do. But, the words within her were saying, "all I want is that, I hold your hand and sometimes, maybe, words fall short to describe one's wishes".