representation of fear

she was suddenly awakened by the cold, damp wind touching her skin. as she sat on the bed, her eyes rested on her infant son sleeping beside her. she looked around, confusion slowly turning to terror. she was standing on a wooden floor but there were no walls around her, no roof--just a skeleton structure of what looked like a building under construction in the middle of nowhere... they were at the top and it was wobbling at every passing wind.

she had to be calm. walking towards the kitchen sink, she turned on the faucet handle only to realize that the water gushed all the way down to the ground below. it was getting dark and the wind was getting colder. she wrapped her son in a blanket and cradled him to keep him warm. walking towards the edge, she peered carefully... there has to be a way down. now it was starting to drizzle.

she can feel her panic slowly eating away her strength and courage. she had to bring her baby down safely before the drizzle turns to rain. there was no one in sight... and not one single house. they were alone.

using a blanket to wrap her baby securely around her, she picked up a bag containing their clothes and went back to the edge. small drops of rain were starting to fall on her face.

she looked ahead, then looked down. she smiled and lightly touched her lips onto her son's forehead. firmly grabbing the rough nailer, she slowly made her way down... every step strengthened not by sheer courage but of a mother's love.