Forever Lost

| January 10, 2014 | 1 Comment

by: Lauren Tong


It was time to say our goodbyes. I know they’re only going to their Aunt’s house in  Montana, but it feels so far away. I don’t know how I’ll survive these next few weeks. “Goodbye Daddy.” My 4- year old daughter, Violet,  whispered, ever so quietly in my ear. “Goodbye my beautiful.” I reply, holding back tears. I want to say be careful, but  the words would only scare her. “Bye Dad.” William, my 8-year old son, says, wanting nothing to do with me. He turns away from me before I have a chance to reply. “Now go, the plane is about to leave. Goodbye! I love you!” I shout, hoping their little ears will be able to hear, but they were already on their way to their seats, too far to hear anything, from anyone.


“Be quiet Willy!” I yell, hoping to get him to shut his mouth, especially since he’s been singing Lady Gaga songs ever since the plane took off. “No! Why should I?” he snarks back, trying to maintain his title as “Annoying Brother”. Since, he wasn’t going to be any fun, I pull a coloring book out of our big, red bag. I turn to a page with Minnie Mouse on it and decide to color her brown.“Your picture’s horrible, I can do a thousand times better in my sleep.” my older brother says, criticizing me once again. Ashamed, I put the coloring book away and I start to look out the window at the cotton-ball shaped clouds when I was interrupted by a lady’s hoarse voice on the loudspeaker. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” the flight attendant announced, “We have hit some turbulence, please make sure to buckle your seat belts. Thank you!” I look down and make sure my seat is buckled, which it is. I close my eyes to nap, but I awaken because the plane gets bumpy. Next thing I know, the flight attendant is back, announcing that our plane is going down and not to panic. She instructs the adults to put our air masks on. From there on I’m frightened. I don’t know what to do. So I reach for my brother’s hand, and to my surprise, he accepts. He must love me after all. A few minutes later, we landed in a gigantic lake. Which was made up of 22 degree water. Our plane was old and not ready for a water crash.We have no floatation devices and no life vests. The only thing we can get on top of are the parts of the plane itself. Will leads me to the wing where we sit and watch people freezing to death. It was getting dark by the time we realized that the plane was sinking itself. We had no other choice but to jump into the water. I couldn’t swim so my brother had to hold me.I counted the dead, and there were thirteen. Seven men, six women, one baby. I could tell my brother was getting cold,  and personally, so was I. The pilot found a back up radio and messaged for help two hours ago. Helicopters are going to be here any minute. My brother and I were both turning blue as a reaction to the harsh water. I kept trying to talk to him. Tried to keep him awake you see. Distract him from the yells and screams of pain. But, it was no use, he was starting to doze. I felt that if he fell asleep he wouldn’t survive. Right as I finished my story about school, I heard the faint sounds of a helicopter. We’re rescued! Or were we? I climb the ladder and step into one of the twelve choppers hovering above the lake. A kind adult carries my brother up for me and gives him to the chopper’s doctor to inspect him, and give him a blanket, like they did for me. Except, when the doctor was done looking at him, they just laid him on a blanket . That’s when they told he he didn’t make it, that they were sorry for my loss, I didn’t listen. I wouldn’t dare to listen. I simply nodded, then I went to my brother, put my arms around him, and napped. While they flew us back to the airport we left, just five hours ago.



When they told me that the plane crashed, I had a panic attack. Not knowing if I would ever see my beloved kids again. Then finally, the survivors were walking through the gates. I looked for Violet and Will. I caught myself crying, which blurred up my vision, so I urged myself to stop, when I saw a familiar face. Her eyes were watery, like she had been crying for months, I try to ask her what’s wrong. That’s when I know something’s off. “Will.” I whisper, thinking to myself. “He’s dead.” Violet replied, her eyes welling up with tears once again.

I hug her, more tightly than ever, wanting it to be a week ago, a day ago, If only even six hours ago. I want to change time. I want a clock to go in reverse. I wished I were perfect, so at least maybe I could’ve been a better dad. I want to tell him I love him. I have words that need to be said. I need to enjoy every minute as if it were my last, for you may never know when someone will pass.

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  1. jacqui says:

    amazing story, yet so sad. Great job!

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