I'm Going Home
::a mother holds her children's hands for a while, their hearts forever::
Mama please don't go
Won't you stay here for one more day
I've been your boy for so long now
There's so much I still have to say
Cammie Morgan began packing a small suitcase of clothes for her mission. Her husband, Zach sat on the edge of their bed, looking at her with love, and security.
Their little boy, Matthew Joseph, sauntered into the room holding a teddy bear. He climbed into the suitcase and looked up at Cammie.
"Mommy? Why do you have to go?" he said in his three-year-old voice.
Cammie stopped packing and stared at him, a slight smile on her face.
"Because sweetheart, you're too young." Zach knew that she was lying. That she would never want Matthew to do their line of work.
Matthew laid down in the suitcase. "But look Mommy! I fit good! I could come in your bag!" He shuffled, scrunching his little body so that all of him was inside the suitcase.
Cammie and Zach's laughter mix as Cammie grabbed Matthew and hugged him to her chest.
"You can't go, sweetie. Maybe next time," She looked at Zach after she said that and they were both thinking the same exact thing, maybe never.
Sky rips open, and I hold my heart in my hand
Like a soldier on his very last day
Cried myself to sleep that night, and I listened
As I heard the angels sing
Twelve year old Matthew Joseph good sat on the porch of her family's home, his chin sitting in his hands as his elbows were propped on him knees.
He father came out of the house and sat next to him. "You know, sulking isn't going to help her."
Matthew's head snapped up to look at him and he glared, "Then what? What's going to help her? I've been waiting nine years for her to come back. What am I supposed to do?" Tears slid down his face but he wiped them away quickly, not wanting to show weakness.
Zach put his arm around his son's shoulders. "We wait, Matt. All we can do is wait."
Inside, Matt's aunt Liz was making cookies, and on the calendar next to the fridge it read March 21st.
It was the nine year anniversary of him mom becoming MIA.
Sha la la la Sha la la la, I'm going home.
Sha la la la Sha la la la, I'm going home.
Something inside makes me scream
How could God take you from a little boy
He'll be alright, he's by my side
He's no little boy, he's my pride and joy
Cameron Morgan sat in a chair, hands tied behind her back as she glared at the woman standing in front of her. Her mother-in-law. Her child's grandmother. Her husband's mother.
"Dearest Cameron. You don't have to be difficult. Just tell us what we need to know and you're free to go." The woman put her face in front of Cammie's and Cammie spit on it.
"I will tell you nothing." Cammie said, dead calm.
The woman gestured to two guards and they left and came back with an electric chair. Cammie gulped and thought, I'm going to be okay. I'm going to be strong. For Matthew. For Zach.
Summer on the radio and the phone rings
And it was Jeanette
She said boy we had to let her go
I begged her no, no not yet
You left six of us to fend for ourselves
Four months later, it was the fourth of July and the Goode's were having a party. Anything to distract their minds from the missing piece.
Later that night, fireworks were let off and in the silence between setting them and them going off, there was a single phone call.
Matthew darted into the house before his father could and answered it.
"Hello?" He said.
"Mr. Goode?" a voice questioned from the other line.
Matthew glanced around before replying, "Yes?"
The voice paused before saying, "Mr. Goode, I'm afraid we have some tragic news. Agent Morgan was pronounced KIA earlier today. I'm so sorry for your loss."
After a long pause, the phone line went dead and Matthew dropped the phone to the floor, frozen to the spot, shocked.
Hearing the clatter of the phone, his father came running in. "Matthew! Son, what is it?" Zach asked, seeing his frozen son.
I guess it's part of someone's master plan
I see you laughing, you're my best friend
You're the light of the lamb, and I cried
as the angels sing
Matthew was still not moving so Zach took his shoulders. "Matthew, talk to me!"
Matthew blinked, and tears started running down his face as he whispered, "It's Mom."
Zach stopped. "What about her?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"She was pronounced KIA."
An eerie silence filled the Goode house and suddenly, nobody wanted to party anymore.
Prompt: kgorange