Mandy Chen Shen Wai International School It was dark when we got there. It reminds me of her nails. So I held her tight against me and told her not to worry. That’s when we heard the crows cawing the sound of a broken string mingled with her sobbing. But it was dark darker than the elephant trunk I brought back to her from Africa. I enveloped her, body and all without seeing who she was What she was. I held her against me, my face to hers thinking its temperature might give her some comfort. For her face was as cold as mother’s pancake and as black as her tears. |