English 101R Corey Hall 9/21/11
Jordan and I were playing hide and seek. He was seeking and I was hiding under my aunt's bed. I could hear my aunt calling for Jordan to come into the kitchen, so I followed him. Peeking around the corner, I could see a short, slim black women sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. When Jordan entered the kitchen she motioned for him to take a seat in the chair across from her. I could hear her asking him questions about his mom and things that had happened to him.
They talked for about thirty minutes the she and my aunt exchanged words in private. Then my aunt turned to tell Jordan to get his belongings because he was going with the lady in the kitchen. I had a funny feeling the entire time the lady was talking to my cousin. I could tell something wasn’t right, because we never really have company and when we do they always tell us kids to go play.
Today was different and I was scared of what would happen. As Jordan started to pack his things I started to cry. At the time I didn’t know why I was crying but it felt nesseccary. Once Jordan finished packing we took what seemed like the longest walk ever down the hall back to the kitchen where the lady was waiting to take my cousin away.
"Ready to go?" Jordan didn’t respond he just turned around hugged me and said goodbye. I watched out of my grandparent’s window as the lady and my cousin disappeared down the porch into the dark hallway. I asked my aunt if and when he would be coming back home, she never answered, so we set in silence. I couldn’t believe my cousin was gone and not coming back.
I spent the rest of the evening sitting in the window and crying. Wondering what happened to my cousin, where he was spending the night and if he would ever come back home. I kept thinking "Why would aunt let a stranger take him? And if she wound let a stranger take me too?"
Jordan never did come back home and for a long time I felt like I had lost my best friend. There were many days I would sit in the window crying and calling out his name hoping he could hear me or feel my sadness from missing him. I wondered if he felt the same way I did and how he was being treated at his new home.
I am writing this because this was the first time I experienced loss of a loved one and loneness. Losing Jordan taught me how to be independent and my own friend. I had never been alone until he was gone, so this is for anyone who is or has experienced loneness.