“We only found his body this morning.”
My mother’s words recurred like a broken record in my head.
I put my legs in the pool outside our house.
The cold breeze blowing my hair in all directions.
My mother’s face paler than the black worn out dress she had on.

“So you mean he killed himself?”
It came out as a whisper as my heart got heavier by the minute.
The pain too unbearable for me to carry on my sleeves.
So I did the only irrationally rational thing available, which was throw myself deep into the pit of the pool knowing very well that I couldn’t swim.