Month: March 2017

The Twenty Sixth

“I must have flowers, always, and always.” – Claude Monet It was March the Twenty-Sixth. Six years ago, we had one of our last meals with my mum. I woke up suddenly, after snoozing my alarm, grabbed my phone only to see 3 missed calls and 10 messages from my aunt. I grabbed my clothes, washed up and made a dash for the bus stop. Close to ten minutes later, my aunt pulls up to the curb and I hopped in. It feels like any other weekend. We pulled up at our family home, my aunt quickly dashed into the house and proceeded to hustle everyone out of their jammies and breakfast. “Quickly, we are running late. Your dad is almost on his way” says my aunt. As I sat in the car watching everyone scramble to the car, I wondered, How can it be six years already? And why does this feel so normal? After a good 10 minutes, everyone piled into the car, and we are off. As we drove down the road that leads into the …