wieland-art @wieland-art
It's been three years since I lost my family in the tragic accident. My father was an engineer working on the bridge that collapsed when it was still under construction. He died along with several other workers and my mother, who was waiting for him at the other end of the bridge. The impact has left me feeling empty inside and without any direction or purpose in life. I find myself wandering aimlessly through the streets every day, hoping to fill the void that has been created by their loss.
I have tried to hold onto memories of my family as much as possible but it's hard when everything around me is a reminder of them. Their house was destroyed in the accident and I had to move in with my aunt after it happened. The constant sound of cars driving by outside reminds me of the sound of engines roaring as the trucks were leaving for work on mornings like this one.
I've been trying to convince myself that there must have been a reason why we lost them, but I just can't seem to find any comfort in those words right now. It's hard for me to accept that they're really gone and I'm left here alone with no family or friends anymore. Sometimes when it gets late at night and everything is quiet outside, I'll hear footsteps coming from inside the house like someone else is there but whenever I go check, nobody is ever around.
