The Yearning

The rickety, old hut stood in the middle of the rice fields, its thatched roof shaded by a few coconut trees that swayed with the flow of the wind.
An old woman hunched double with age sat on the steps of the wooden stairs that led into the old hut, her pathetic, sunken eyes looking out and searching for someone. She did this each day without fail, rain or shine, until the sun sets and the shadows fall.
"When is he returning home? Does he ever think of me? Why is he away so long? Has he forgotten me, his mother?" she questioned herself.
Wiping a tear or two, she then slowly made her way back into the hut. Her only companion is a cat, Sitompok, which never leaves her sight. "Don't you miss Dollah, Sitompok? Don't worry... he will be back soon and he will be bringing you food from the city."
"Meow, meow," Sitompok replied, rubbing her body against the frail stature of the old woman.
That night the monsoon rains came with full force. The strong monsoon winds blew ferociously throughout the night. Lightning bolts struck and illuminated the dark, cloudy skies and thunder rolled breaking the silence of the night.
The rice fields began to flood as the river swelled and overflowed its banks. The torrential rain continued with a vengeance. Nature seemed to retaliate and rebel.
With the break of dawn the hut that once stood in the rice fields had been washed away by the strong river currents.
There was nothing left of the old woman and her cat. All that remained were her memories...., memories of the long wait for a son that never returned.

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