The Day Zikora Died

It's another December 10, and I can't describe accurately how I feel. Am I supposed to cry? Am I supposed to scream? Should I be happy for their sake? I don't know anymore. Two years ago today I was an SS3 student in boarding school waiting impatiently for my mom to send the driver to come take me home from the first term of the year. Two years ago, I got home, and before late afternoon, my entire world crashed into pieces around me. I remember my first day n JS1 at Loyola Jesuit College as clearly as yesterday, and and I remember the day the plane crashed equally clearly. We went to my aunt's house to see my baby cousin, then suddenly, a phone call, and my Mom burst into tears.

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