Takedra Webb

He’s Coming

As my mother clinged to the little life she has left, she whispered a word to me. “Logos,” she said weakly. I needed her to say more but I know that was all the energy she had. She closed her eyes and took her last breaths. The last time I seen my mother was when I was leaving for college. That was years ago. Dylan, my best friend, and my mother were with me at the mall when a plane crashed into it. My mother was hit by a chunk of cement that fell from the ceiling. Not realizing it, Dylan and I ran to see if there were any survivors on the plane. An older man came to help too. He ran to the front of the plane to check on the pilot.