The Ticket
I turned, pressing my face up against the cold glass of the car window. I would do anything to stop the pounding in my temples. It seemed as if my ears had been ringing and my head pounding since my mother’s lips formed the words, “Your father passed away last night.” It’s as if the words flicked some type of switch in my head, turning on the ringing and pounding in order to drown out the words coming from her mouth. I shook my head trying to stop the sound so I could hear her, but I realized I didn’t need to hear her. I knew what she said. She said my life would never be the same.
