Weeks past and the sad feeling from losing my mom was slowly passing. I felt lighter. I got more sleep each night. I knew I couldn't have gotten through all this trauma without Harry. He was always there for me. Like he promised me. I loved Harry and I only loved him more and more each day. I was glad to have him with me. The home was under my dad's control now but I didn't care. I didn't need the house. I only needed Harry.
