Your Postcards..

Sienna went through her pile of clothes, CDs, postcards, and mementos. Heaving a great sigh, tears starting to fall on her cheeks. She breathed deeply, feeling the pain, feeling the loss that once belonged to her.

“You’re gonna get through this.” A voice inside her head whispered. She’s been doing this mantra for almost a month but the pain does not go away. It only multiplied a hundred times. Sometimes in the dark, she would look at the emptiness. That’s how Sienna felt, empty.

She heaved another sigh and put all the things inside the box. Standing up, her knees buckled a little, and she lost her footing. She caught the knob, but still, she fell with her arms first, making a loud thud on the floor.

Sobbing, she tried to get up, but her arm agony burned into her back. It was excruciating, and she started crying.

“What happened, Sienna?” Her mother ran through her room, panting.

"I told you, we’re going to sort this out together.”

She started bawling and the tears that she had been holding back flowed. Her mother embraced her so hard.

She heard a screech, but then she realized it was coming from her.

“How can I stop the pain? Every time I closed my eyes, I could see him. Every where I go, he was there looking at me.’ she stuttered between breaths.

“I know it’s hard, my dear. But I promise you it will pass. It might not be today, but it will be tomorrow. Today, you’ll feel like drowning. But tomorrow, you’ll feel like you’re paddling in the water. You won’t forget the pain, but you’ll live through it. And this will make you stronger. I am here; remember that. I won’t leave you, so don’t think that you are alone on this," her mother slowly told her as she continuously patted her back.

She felt a sense of comfort and assurance, even though knowingly the pain and turmoil is still hanging by a thread. She cried roughly, and when there were no more tears to shed, she started to get up slowly.

Her mother chuckled softly. “Why are you laughing?” she asked unknowingly.

“Your hair looks like hay.”

She laughed with her mother. She laughed her worries away. She laughed as if she hadn’t for a long time. As she glanced at the scraps of her past, she knew it would not be easy, but she would try.