While at work one  day  and an overwhelming feeling came over me... you know the one.  My stomach started to flip, I started to shake; I  knew something was terribly wrong.  I started to search for my child.  Later that night, I got a phone call from the child I was looking for earlier.  He said that people kicked in his door with guns, and said they were looking for something to steal, and they had found what they were looking for.  They told him to give him the keys to his car, and they left.  Whenever something bad with him is about to happen, I get this feeling, and it won't go away.  It may not be happening at that very second, but something will happen within the course of that day.

wilter wilter
36-40, F
Feb 16, 2007