My twin sister and I looked at each other in panic. The moment we had feared was coming had finally occurred. Our mother is gone, has left us forever, and now we are left to fend for ourselves in this scary world. It happened so suddenly! How could we have been caught so off guard?
Little tragedies like this have been happening for days, but our mother was always around to save the day. You see, Mother can perform miracles, Father too. It started on Tuesday, when I dropped my Lion rattle. It was my absolute favorite, and when I realized I had stupidly let go of it and let it fall into the abyss, a lump rose to my throat. Poor, poor Lion! I should have appreciated him more. I should have kept a tighter grip on him. What was to become of him there? I missed him desperately and cried in a way that echoed my inner agony. That’s when the first miracle happened. Mother’s magic hand disappeared, plunging deep into the abyss, and then, before my very eyes, reappeared holding my precious Lion! Her magic hand dropped it into my lap with a soothing word from her beautiful face, and I was overjoyed to the point that a giggle burst from my mouth.
I suppose that’s what made it all the more tragic that Mother was gone. Now there was no one who could reach the abyss and worse yet, she was there now too.
“Maybe she’s still here?” Addy suggested hopefully.
“That’s impossible. We’ve run all the tests, Addy. We can’t hear her. We can’t feel her holding us. I can’t really smell her any more. We’ve looked all around the room, and she isn’t here. All our evidence indicates that we will never see her again.” Addy could be very intuitive about some things, but her idealism got tiring.
Come to think of it, we hadn’t seen Father in a while either. We had been so distracted eating and having our diapers changed that I hadn’t noticed exactly when he fell into the abyss. This was getting worse all the time.
Addy and I looked at each other from our cribs, willing the other not to disappear like everyone else had. I clutched Lion with all my strength and banged him against the side of my bed to reassure myself he was still there.
Addy’s eyes grew wide. “Maybe she can come back from the abyss like her hands do!”
“You’re just fooling yourself now. I wish I could believe it too, but it’s simply wishful thinking. She’s gone as gone can be, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Seconds ticked by. Maybe even whole minutes. Mother had said something about “nap time” and that she was going to “take a shower,” but we didn’t really know what any of that meant. I began to get tired and started crying. It was too much to bear. How could we be expected to carry on in these circumstances?
I looked over at Addy as she stared at her mobile. She always did that when she was working something out in her head.
She smiled as a realization dawned over her. She whispered, afraid that the epiphany would escape her, “What if this has happened BEFORE, but we were sleeping the whole time and didn’t know it?”
I couldn’t help but snort through my tears.
“Yeah, right. I suppose next you’re going to say someday we will be able to walk on our legs? Or reach into the abyss like Mother and Father did, too?”
Such a dreamer.