After the passing of many hours, the girl (six-years-old), and her older siblings went back inside to find their mother had taken an overdose of drugs.
Daddy took her to the hospital. The three children sat on the bed discussing a life without a mommy. The girl’s ten-year-old older sister mentioned a boy in school who had no mother, just a dad. “So”, the girl’s sister said, “they would be okay with just a daddy”.
As the children conversed about the imminent death of their mommy, the girl perceived herself to disconnect. Ungrounded, with nothing real or concrete in which to attach herself, the aura was a sad sensation of deep aloneness.
The child was heartbroken over the impending passing of Mommy. But years later, she would yearn for the demon’s demise via her countless overdoses.
I am in the process of publishing the sensitive details of my memoir.