I watched the plate fall, powerless to stop it even though in those moments before it hit the ground, I wondered if floundering, if attempt could change the outcome or if it was inevitable and that plate was destined to fall and shatter. The shards cut my feet and, yet still, I just stood there, immobile and useless as when it had begun its descent. I stood there motionless still when Sisi ran into the kitchen and dragged me away from the debris, yelling at me because how else does one aptly convey concern? She asked me what I was thinking of; where my mind went. I didn’t answer; there was no point.
wonderful writing as usual.
Wallahi I love your writing
this was such a good read. i love how you write so much