Into the fierce darkness, I shout and I scream, echoes of longing and cacophonies of loneliness repeat into the black. "Mother," I begin again, "are you there? Were you here?" I search her out, her presence in the ruins of a world that never was for me and will now never be again. Each time with each load lifted and boulder removed from my path, I speak simple words: "I'm here." Once more, I bring light and hope for her reflection again.