The world had lost its boundary lines. My mother, who was small and soft, was now the strength of the...

The world had lost its boundary lines.
My mother, who was small and soft, was now the strength of the family; my father, who was the rock on which the family had been built, was sobbing like the tiniest child.
I do not now remember my thoughts, only a feeling of great bewilderment and fear.
But the room was too crowded with fear to allow me to sleep, and finally, feeling the terrible aloneness of 4 A.M.