Goodbye

Goodbye

I stand by the tinted windows in my room, while the sweat runs down my body. I philosophize about how we ended up here in this terrible world. Most of the people are on their way to college in Oxford fast, hoping for surviving. Mike has sent a request for permission to travel next week, but they have not responded yet. I know that when the time comes, it will be our turn to leave my childhood place and move and build a great new life up. While I sit and think about how paradise looks Ella comes into the room to clean the table. I watching television while my lovely daughter playing with her dolls. The doorbell rings and I slowly open the door, it is Charles who carry a letter from the government he looks nervous as always. I accept it and go into the room and sit in the armchair, while I stare at the little letter. Restless I lay the letter at the table and go over to Victor and pat him on his soft stomach. I am again captivated by the hell we live in.

Some few hours later, Mike comes home, and I nervously tell him that the letter of authorization has come. He takes it carefully and walks slowly at the terrace and stands out there and staring at the horrible view. Sometimes I do not understand him, even though the earth have become a hell and life has become a struggle for survival, he stands quietly and stroking his fingers along banisters, as nothing is wrong. It annoys me cruelly the letter is the answer to whether we can survive or whether we should stay here forever but maybe that is why I felt in love with him.

I stand desperate in the doorframe and hosts because I hope that he finds out that I wait for an answer. I can see that he fumbles with his hands, and he stops abruptly. I can feel my heart pounding faster and faster. He turns slowly around and looks sadly at me with tears in his brown eyes. Mike tells me that he has not been allowed to travel with us he has to stay here and fight for his country. I run over to him and embraces and kiss him carefully, I feel empty and I cannot control my mind anymore.

It thunders and rains and there are dead people everywhere. I can hear the bombs blowing young children scream and run to survive. Quickly I pack Josephine’s stuff and Mike walks down to put our packed bags in the car. I stand despairingly in the living room and look around.

I sit in the car and we drive quickly over to the university.

We arrived and I refuse to go out, Mike hopelessly trying to get me out of the car, but I screaming and crying. He eventually gives up and let me sit in the car slightly. Sadly i look out the window and see families who have to say goodbye to their beloved family members and staring at Josephine and Mike saying goodbye. I cannot believe that soon our family will be torn apart. She is to young to understand it. How shall I tell her the truth and in the end I do not know the truth because I never seen him again. Guardedly I take a step out of the car and goes slowly against the queue while I carry our bags. Mike come over and hug Josephine and me and trying to encourage me. I cannot leave him. I feel empty and I just want to stay here with my whole family. A guard comes furiously against us and hit Mike he hardly pulls Josephine and me away from Mike. I start crying and screaming and I do not understand what is going on.