First Stage: Me as Isa

I was young when I first heard that sound

The sound that comes from a human’s soul when they lose someone close to them

At first I didn’t know why my mom was screaming because as the young child I was,

I didn’t understand that my father had just died

In fact, I remember a few days after his death, running up to his office door and knocking, wondering when he was gonna finally let me in so I could see him

I was knocking, and knocking, and knocking

And knocking

It was to no avail.

He never opened the door.

He never came back.