Kathrine sat on her sofa, in the dark, breathing steadily. Her head was exploding with thoughts at the same time she was quiet. The thing though, quiet was comfortable and the time for comfort was long gone. She had to do something ... or die trying.
She looked over at her suitcase all packed at the door. It held inside everything she would need, and items of value were secured in her smaller bag propped up against the suitcase. She took one more look around at the immaculate apartment, not sure if she'd ever come back. Her phone beeped - her cab was here. She got off the sofa and picked up her luggage. If she never came back, there was a note on the kitchen table to call her cousin; she would give everything to her cousin because she would not need anything anymore.
This was not a suicide mission or throwing her life away. She had thought hard about the hole in her soul and longed to do something to bring peace and fulfillment to that hunger. She wanted her life to mean something and had come to the point to make it count. Again, she was not throwing her life away, but rather making her life count.
"Miz Kat-rin?" the elderly black man asked as he approached her in the airport waiting room. She had been sitting there for a bit, wondering what she had just done. One minute, the room around her was an explosion of colour as people greeted their friends and family, the next minute, it was hot and brown and empty, with only the sound of insects buzzing through the air. The heat was different than she had ever experienced before - hot and dry.
"Yes, that is me," I said and rose, stretching out my hand to the man.
"We so glad you come; things are bad and we need you," he said to me.
"I'm glad to be here, too. I hope that I can help in some way," I responded.
"One girl come back and she very sick," he shook his head, as he picked up her suitcase.
"No, no! I can take that!" I reached for my own bag.
"Then let me take small one," he reached for my shoulder bag.
I passed that over with a smile. "Thank you," I said.
He led me to the door and as it slid open, I was hit with a blast of hot air like I never felt before. The wall of heat was almost tangible as I walked from the hot waiting room into the oven outside.
I had arrived and begun my destiny. I know I was meant to do this, I was prepared and ready.
"Show me the way to the orphanage, please," I smiled at my companion.
"Yes, Miz Kat-trin. We walk here," he said and set out in front of me.
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