Exactly a year ago.
On the exact same day.
Friday.
On my father’s 70th birthday.

Terror grips my sleeves.

The thought of my wife, my 8 months old son caught, trapped, within our house made me uneasy.

I HATE that feeling.

I wish not to feel the same feeling again.

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