Ray of Sunshine Essay

woke up to find chinks of sunlight edging underneath the drawn curtains. My lashes were wet from the other night’s mourning and my heart heavy with emotions. A memory of my father instantly flashed across my mind as I was gazing at the window. I could see him before the slid curtains with a smile that warmed my heart and gave me strength. I could see my eyes glinting with bliss when I woke up to see my father. Suddenly, a pang of agony brought me back from my reverie. A single drop of grief welled up in the corner of my eye as I realized that he’s gone.

I tried to blink away the emotions that blurred my vision and ordered myself to get out of bed. I turned towards the curtains to draw them myself. I needed some air. I needed a ray of hope, some sunshine, for my hope had taken its last breath when my father had taken his. Sunlight flowed into my room as I drew the curtains and bathed on my skin. Along with the warmth of the sun, I could feel the tears streaming down my face. I still could not stop them although I had spent the night crying to the point of swelling my eyes.

Now my bloodshot eyes were riveted by the sight of a dove feeding its child. It took me back to the time when my father made meals for me. After my mother passed, he was the one who filled her loss. Now I have nobody. I felt so hopeless and bleak as I saw the blue sky. My life was the same color now. It was blue.

The despair overcame me and I felt the urge to let out a cry. Memories of the past were running through my mind like the blood running through my veins. The fact that I would never be able to relive them was enhancing my pain; the pain, which was already consuming me. I buried my face in my hands and winced. Still cradling my face, I opened my eyes and saw gloom, shadows and darkness. They further augmented my restlessness by giving birth to fear.

I feared that this darkness would never go away. I feared that I would never again be happy. Even more, I feared solitude. But just...