Experienced agony. The shrieking cries of lifelong love. My heart plummeted. What could I say? What could I do? My own mother’s face red with terror as sisters rapidly cried out hail Mary’s. A phone call from my sister of an agonizing cry, her daughters following while not understanding. My father in a moment of panic brought me and my mother close, embraced us together as family. The desperate cries of my aunts and uncles clipping through the speakerphone. I don’t think I could ever forget it.












