I Still Hear the Scream
I can still hear the scream and see the face of the woman–a mother–racing to her son who is laying on the street in front of me next to the car that hit him. I can see her short blond hair flying as she ran. I can see her arms reaching out. I can’t remember looking at him but I remember his blood. I’m not sure how old I was, I am thinking that I was three, perhaps four, maybe even five. He was younger. My mom was there, too… helping and holding the mother. That was almost 60 years ago. I can still hear the scream.
