Last November, I was sitting with my cup of tea, and watching CP 24 Morning news, when a news itemcaught my eye: father kills his wife and daughter and jumps to his death. Later that day, on my morning commute to work, I picked up the Metro Toronto and the front page news shocked me, because the father who killed his wife and 14 year old daughter was Sri Lankan. Why did that shock me? Maybe because I always thought South Asians do not do crazy things like kill your wife and child and jump to your own death i.e. a double murder and suicide. Furthermore, his two younger children slept unaware in their home until the police arrived. The father committed the double homicide, went to his in-laws place, called 911, told them about his actions and then jumped to his own death. The reason for his action was yet undiscovered.
Before my Anthropology class started that evening, I was wondering, what would the daughter’s last thoughts be? What if an abusive father, killed his wife and then murders his daughter. Would she be at peace away from the dark world she lived in? Or would she suffer more during those last few minutes? I am not implying that the incident in question was due to an abusive parent. As mentioned earlier, his motives were never uncovered. Stars abright was my input about a little girl who is killed by the paternal figure in her life.
Stars abright!
Stars abright
Far away in my dreams
Blood runs deep
A river in my screams!
Nightmare after another
Pounding on my doors
All my prayers blend together
As I huddle under the covers…
Fist against flesh
Screams dying down…
One final scream
Muted into unforgiving silence…
The pounding starts again
Thump…thump…thump…
The latch creaks and cries
Giving into the fury!
Monster bright with white hair
Familiar smell, cologne ‘Blue’
Gentle hands that suddenly tighten
My nightmare turns into his reality…
Stars abright
So far yet close
Dreams of mine
So close yet afar.
Rocking in his gentle arms
I move away from their bruising torment
No more fists, no more thumps
No more screams, no more horrors.
Into the sky I fly
Away from the red river below
I find myself at peace
Among my stars abright!!!
By,
Angela Archana Vincent
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