I will never forget that day

 I will never forget that day

               It was February 17, 2016. I was on my way home from school when I heard a loud noise. All vehicles were stopped and there was a traffic jam. I went ahead to see what happened. A van and a motorcycle collided. 

          Looked for the wounded man in the crowd. I was very surprised. I saw my brother-in-law crying. 🙄😯I ran and picked up my brother. He is my uncle's son. I could not even look at my aunt.😲😢 She died on the spot.😭😭 Then the ambulance arrived. My brother-in-law is crying too. Another aunt took her over.😔

            We all got into the ambulance. The doctor told me to send my brother to Colombo. My mother also came to the hospital and took my brother to the Colombo hospital. My sister and brother did not know that her mother was dead. My sister was taken for an operation and came home the next evening.

           When we went home the house was full of people and hanging white flags. 🏳️🏳️ My sister asked me "Why these white flags? Did these people come to see me?" I had no answer to give her.😣😢 Tears welled up in my eyes. My sister's mother was sleeping in the coffin. "Tell Mom to get up. Tell her I came." 😭😢My sister said. I called because my sister's father was abroad.

          After the funeral we went to Colombo to see my brother. The doctor said my brother could not walk again. Unexpectedly his life darkened as a child. He was three years old at the time. He was treated at the Colombo Hospital for about five months but did not recover.☹️☹️

        My brother was brought back home and their father handed over my sister and brother to my parents and went back abroad. It's been 4 years since this happened. The attempt to heal the brother has not yet been abandoned.