Dreams and Memories
Louis lay asleep on his bed dreaming. A woman with wavy brown hair in a blue silk robe hummed a lullaby to the infant in her arms and to the little girl on the bed. The scene vanished. Covered in darkness, the girl held her baby brother protectively; one hand covered his mouth to muffle his cries. She could hear angry voices from below. Then, gunshots…
“No!” Louis screamed. He sat up, panting heavily. The memory of his mother’s death haunted his dreams. He was only a year old back then; yet, he had been aware of his surroundings.
Louis could still remember his sister trembled with fear that night while she was with him inside a cabinet. After what seemed to be an eternity, help finally arrived. The shooter was apprehended and their parents were taken to the hospital. The police found them a while later, but his sister wouldn’t let him go until their aunt came.
It was after their mother’s funeral that his sister withdrew from the outside world and her relationship with their father turned sour.