Biola reflected on the recent events that she had had to deal with. Her life had been upended in a way she never imagined would happen. She thought that she had things figured out until that fateful day. She had been so consumed by her career and getting ahead that she neglected everything else and everyone who was dear to her, until her world came crashing down.
She got home, late as usual. I’m home she
called out but emptiness came back at her. She went to her bedroom, something
was different, but she couldn’t figure it out immediately. Then she went to
give her a son a kiss, something she did every night. But he wasn’t there. Then she noticed, a lot was gone from his room. She ran back to her room and opened the
wardrobe. A good lot of her husband’s clothes were gone. She called,
frantically, but he didn’t answer his phone. She was in a panic, she wondered
why. She saw them in the morning before she left for work and all seemed well. Or
so she thought.
Her husband was everything she had hoped for;
supportive, loving, manly and he held his own. He had things going for him as
well, but drew the line when it came to his family. He poured his all. He never
missed any event his son was to attend, he showed up for his wife’s events and
she was so proud of him. He hinted at her taking him for granted many times but
was one who shied away from confrontation, so he would say his piece then move
on. As work got more demanding, there were more late nights and she was
grateful to him, as he catered to the home front.
