>Water beads May 7, 2011

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As she looked at her sleeping daughter, another sob reached her throat and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand so that the sound won’t wake her up. He is late again tonight. Just like he has been for so many nights in the past that she has lost count. She brought her wrist close to the flickering candle to look at the time again. Almost 2:00am. Its been raining since afternoon and the electricity has been out since morning. She gently placed her hand on her daughter’s knee, glad that they had each other for company. Even with the rain pouring outside, it was humid, and she wiped the bead of sweat on her upper lip with the sleeve of her nightdress. .

Is that the car honking? She quickly rose, grabbing a damp umbrella from behind the front door and slipping on her chappals at the same time. The light from the headlights guided her to the partially opened gate and she threw them both open with all her might. She ran back into the porch as her husband parked the car in the garage and made his way to her, one palm over his head. She looked into his eyes as he mumbled something about the damn rain.

“Since when has the power been gone?” he asked irritably.

She didn’t reply. She didn’t think someone who came in this late without even a phone call to explain, deserved any kind of explanations or answers from her. She briskly walked to the bedroom and lied down beside their daughter.

He came into the room behind her, and without another word, undressed and fumbled into bed. As she turned her back to him and hugged her daughter closer, a tear escaped her eye, not unlike the water slowly dripping from the ends of the umbrella behind the door. 

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