One Day Trip Creative Writing

Papa said he had to “travel for work.” He’s been gone for four weeks now. Momma still cries every night at 9:00 pm when tucking in the girls to bed. Her voice quivers and cracks as she sings the goodnight lullaby. Eventually the songs stop and the kisses disappear. You grow up with an understanding of accepting responsibility and taking care of the younger ones. Especially now that Papa is gone I understand that. I miss her lips touching the surface of my forehead and her soothing voice, but I know what I have to be.
Bang, bang, bang! Loud noises come from downstairs. The thuds shake the rooms, loosening dust from the crevices in between the walls and the sconces. “Arek Hersh?” the men asks. “Yes,” I say under my breath, swallowing down the lump in my throat. His hand grasps the neck of my jacket as it yanks me towards the door. Momma shreeks with tears pouring down her cheeks. It is time for me to “travel” now, just like Papa. I am brought to the police station. Guns sit in their holsters and matches strike. Clouds of smoke fill the room. Eyes watch me, following every movement I make. I close my eyes and think of the harmonies. Melodies ring through my ears. …show more content…
I see a familiar face inch towards me from the distance. Aleksander, out of breath, cries and begs me to come home. I want to, but the eyes are still watching. “Let me take your place, please!” Aleksander cries as he grabs me and pulls me into his arms. I can feel his heartbeat. Fast and heavy. I slap his chubby cheeks and yell at him. “Go home! I don’t care about you. Leave!” Tears well up in the corners of my eyes and my lips tremble. I know what I have to be and I know what I have to do. I turn away so he doesn’t see me cry. He can’t see my love for him, he needs to go