unforeseen
35. — unforeseen
they had no idea that day would be the last time they saw each other for fifteen years. the last time they’d play together in the yard before the streets would be unsafe for children. they were so YOUNG, ophelia only ten and emmy just eight. they would jump rope, or play house. emmy the baby and ophelia the doting mother, drawing chalk houses on the pavement and escaping into a world all their own. how could they ever know that would be the last time. how could they have predicted what would happen the very next day? when they were ripped from their homes, forced to flee, scattered in different directions. how could they have seen what was coming, their innocence taken from them far too quickly. how could they have known that goodbye would be their last?
