Date Submitted: 7/7/2017
When I was a baby, 9 months and 9 days old, I was probably asleep, or sobbing for mashed potatoes. My parents were probably at work; at the time, my mom was a nurse, and my dad was a landlord. Maybe I sat in a baby crib in my dad's office, hearing the tv in the distance.
Those who die innocent deaths never really die. They are everywhere; we just don't see them in quite the same way. And the culmination of what they were and what their death meant is as prevalent and tangible as the warmth in your soul and the sorrow in your heart.
Imran (story excerpt)