3+ years later
"Amora Hassen," the principal called. I slowly walked across the stage to get my diploma making the crowd cheer.
"Harlem Hassen," they called, as the cheering continued.He walked across the stage, his walk resembling Daddy so much.
I walked over to Mama, she had tears flowing out of her eyes.
"My babies made it," she cried. "You are all grown up!"
"I know Ma. And I'm still sexy," Harlem said making me roll my eyes.
"You act just like your father," she said.
I kind of new Mr. G, well Daddy now, was my father. We kind of shared similar features. Not as much as Harlem though.
"Ooh, can we go visit his grave, mama?" I asked her.
"Of course, baby. Anytime."
I walked over all of the fallen soldiers to my favorite one: Dad.
"Hey, pops. Me and Amora graduated. Hope you proud of us up there," I said. I laid down the white and red roses on his grave. Amora laid down a Yellow Bow. Yellow symbolizes hope.
Kentrell ' Top' Gaulden
Father
Brother
Husband
Teacher
Grave Digger
"Every story must come to an end. Even a story that ended too early."
"Mom. Can you tell us how you and Dad met again?" Amora asked.
" Of course. It all started in 2017..."
