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Where is my son?


I stood and looked at the many peoples. Children, adults, tourist panicked people, screaming people, that all - or those who were capable of it - ran around confused to find each other. I was not seriously injured, but my son Simon had played on the beach with his friends, when the water swept across the country, and leaving a behind chaotic world of water, blood, dead and destruction. Above it all lay people who either had already died, or were close.

I was just about to fall over a little girl, and when I saw her, I was just about to collapse. Her clothes were red with blood, and her arm had fallen of. She called her mother. I was almost sure, she would not have time to find her mother. I looked up, and saw some policemen who went around with their notepad. One of them come over to me, and asked me my name, address, nationality, and where I had been when the accident happened. At last, he asked me of there was anyone I would sign missing. I told him about Simon, and how he had been playing on the beach when it happened. The officer got a sad expression in his eyes, and say that if my son had been on the beach, I could not expect to find him alive. I replied back, that I refused to believe what he said, and inside I was sure, that I could hear him call. The officer saw just on me and moved on.

I looked back down at the girl. She was not much older than my own son – she called no longer at his mother. I bent down quietly, and closed her eyes in. I tried to move on, but could not for all the people on the beach. I tried to shout but my voice died in the screams. Another policeman came and told me that I should go home, but in my heart I could hear Simons voice call on me, so I kept looking around to spot him. No trace of him. Eventually I had to go home, not to be arrested. But when I got to where my home should have been, I got a very unpleasant surprise. The house had been washed away and all my furniture was scattered throughout the area. My dog's mutilated body sammenklasket on the remnants of my bed. Beside my TV's screen was a people feet, safe ripped off by the beach. Below my right foot lay the sheet from my son's bed. I could not help but look at it all with tears streaming down her cheeks. What would become of me now and Simon?

I looked up when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the cop from before. It pains me, he said, nodding toward my dog. But that was not why I cried. I could still hear Simon's pleading, but it was weaker for every second. I told the policeman who just shook his head before his eyes full of tears said: - My wife also called on me ... Then he went away and I was again left to myself.
I went through the city - everywhere the picture was the same: the shriek of children who called their parents, dead bodies lay on the streets as sugar sprinkled on oatmeal. It was dreadful to behold, and simultaneously began the faint smell of corpses to spread in the scorching sun. But my Simon was nowhere to see, and each time I saw even a lonely mother, I felt with her, her pain was mine as well. I became more and more desperate, for every moment I saw my little son. I had to go on, I had to continue, I could not eat, drink or sleep until I knew. The sun was now being orange, and the colored sky idea most incredible colors. At this time yesterday, had Simon stood and said: - Look, Mom, God paints the sky!

Today, God had forsaken us. Or else he was trying to punish us. We had abused his land, and now He would clean it. But even though I was convinced that he would not hear me gaze directed toward heaven and prayed to Him with all my heart that I would find Chao-Ming - dead or alive. It was there in the very same moment that my son's voice, the one I had heard in my heart, was so distinct and clear - but he no longer cried for help. He did not call on me. He talked about how beautiful the sky was. He spoke to the other children, they said not to worry, that everything would soon be over. To me he said: - Goodbye, Mom. Do not cry, the great Tsunami has brought me to a better place. We meet again ...
So went his words, his calling was gone, but in the very same moment, I knew where he was. My legs carried me, it went so fast that I nearly fell over my own feet. I ran through the masses of weeping people, over piles of stinking corpses, balanced over the rubble, the last stop on the beach. It stopped my running and I walked quietly toward an overturned plant, remote from everything else. There, during one of the big green leaves, lay Chao-Ming and sleep - it may be that he just slept. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him like I used to do to wake him, but then dropped the magazine to page ... When I looked at him again, it dawned on me. His leg was bloody and missing a foot out of his hand stuck one of his broken ribs and he had an open skull fracture. Chao-Ming did not sleep. He was dead. The sky were the first stars began to emerge. Moon’s light made all the swollen body on the beach was clear to everyone. Except me. I could not look beyond my little Chao-Ming, which I so recklessly had sent down to the beach. But anyway, there was peace in my mind, I had found him. I had found my son. Exhausted, I lay with my arms around him and fell asleep. In my dream we could be together again ...