This story is loosely based on real-life events in a neighbourhood in my native Toronto. Names, ages and details have been altered but the story of loss is the same. My heart goes out to the family who lives this horror every day.
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She stood graveside, wrapped in her husband’s arms, nothing but the rhythm of the falling rain to hide the painful beat of a broken heart and the stream of tears running down her face. Today marked their 7th birthday, Amir and Sunil, her precious twins cut down as they played peacefully in their own driveway.
Nine months had passed since a sixteen-year-old demon raced through the neighbourhood in Daddy’s Mercedez Benz; completely unaware of the precious lives surrounding him as he caught the curb at three times the limit, vaulting the steel monstrosity he commanded it into the afternoon air.
Rani witnessed the horror from the front step and now, like a reel on repeat, those final moments haunt her every time she pulls into the single-car driveway to a once vibrant home. Trapped in the only place they were alive and where they were taken from existence; unable to leave them behind despite the pain of staying.
Standing over the place where her precious twins lay locked in eternal sleep Rani vows they will not be forgotten, they did not leave this world without purpose.
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