38. I Love You

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Sky.

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It's been about a week since the funeral. I'm seriously starting to think I'm crazy. I haven't shed a single tear since my dad died. I've been feeling strangely numb but not sad. Rosalie does make me happy and so does Aron. I've been fine and it's driving Aron sick with worry. He stayed home from school a few days after the funeral even though I told him he didn't have to. Tonight after school Aron has a cram session sleepover with some school friends so he can catch up. I told him to go. I told him I'd be fine. 

"Alright. I'm off." Aron adjusts his shirt. 

"Okay. Good luck." I give him a kiss. 

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" 

"Don't worry about it. Everything's cool." I smile. 

"Alright," He kisses my forehead. "I'll be back in the morning."

"I know." I chuckle. 

"Call me." He walks to the door. 

"I will." 

He closes the door behind him and I'm left alone with Rose. 

We spend our morning watching TV, napping (she napped, I didn't), we even went for a little walk. 

Now she's playing with her toys while I lay down on the couch. 

"Here, da." She hands me a deformed Playdoh figure made up of a blue and a yellow ball. 

"What's this?" 

"Da-da!" 

I stare at the two blobs. 

"This is me?" 

"Da!" 

"Why are you so mean to me, huh?" I chuckle.

She starts to laugh too. 

I lift her onto my stomach and start to tickle her.  

I love hearing her laugh. It's the best sound in the world. 

The bell rings suddenly. I put Rose back on the floor. 

"Go play. I'll be right back." 

I make my way to the door and open it. 

It's a delivery guy. 

"I've got a delivery for Oliver Sky?" 

"I didn't order anything." I grab the package. It has my name on it. 

"It's from Tennessee." The guys shrugs. 

Oh. I look down at the package. 

"Can you sign here?" 

"Sure." I write my name on his tablet. 

"Thanks. Have a nice day." 

I close the door when he's gone and stare at the package. It must be from grandma. 

What could this be? 

I rip the box open and lay eyes on my dad's blue sweater. 

I'm frozen in shock staring at it. 

Rose calls for me. 

"I'll be right back, okay? Just keep playing." 

I go into the kitchen with the package and lean against the sink. 

I feel lightheaded all of a sudden. 

I read the little note attached to the inside of the box. 

I know you said you didn't want this but I'm sure your father would want you to have these. Please give him a chance. 

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