I held onto your hand, tightly. Just like mamma had said to. Never let you. It was dark out, and I was scared, but you weren't and I could tell. Mamma was no where near us, and I didn't know if she was happy or sad or scared, just like me. You squeezed my hand and whispered Everything Will Be Alright, to me. I nodded and believed you.
Just then a large white light flashed before my eyes. You and I were goners. I couldn't tell what was happening at the time, but I do now. Everything was bright white.