I have been meaning to write this post this past week but couldn’t bring myself to.
A young 15-year old girl who lived a few houses away from mine ended her life.
This young kid who was supposed to attend her first day of college hung herself from the ceiling.
Police men stood outside, there was a hush and gossip swiftly followed. Heartbreak, bad grades, poor family relationship, etc, etc.
Outside the house the girl’s mum cried her heart out gasping out words that may have been sentences…”I came out..” “She kissed me before I went to bathe..” “she asked me not to make her breakfast” …. “she said i worked too hard”….”she hugged me”…………”oh, how was i to know that is the last time i see her.”
it’s a week since this incident. every time i pass the house i dare not look there for fear of seeing a mother dumbfounded and in shock.
how can you empathise when you know not how it feels?
what would make a young child on the threshold of a promising life stub it out without remorse (?), without regrets (?) without hope (?)