Daniel Pearl’s Final Story

I had become a ghost myself. One of my favorite uncles died and I didn’t cry. Then my grandmother died—it was the same. Shibli fell on the playground, smashing his forehead on a bolt protruding from the jungle gym. Most moms would have flipped out. I just looked at him. We went to the hospital, where I videotaped him getting stitches. Shibli was nonplussed. It never occurred to me then that the effects of posttraumatic stress could be passed on.How I came across this story yesterday, I don’t know. Social media was still abuzz about Justin Bieber, so even though I didn’t really care about it I was still bombarded with the news. I guess that’s something.
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