They say that it gets easier as days pass by. But guess what? 24 hours seem like a lifetime for me.
The agony inside never leaves and I get to live with it everyday. There are times I feel alone. I go down to where they sleep and imagine them resting, trying to feel comfortable on their makeshift beds, waiting for another day and wake up to be with us. But these are just images. Images I create in my mind hoping that they are still alive. But they’re gone.