Driving through town was like driving through the past, all the familiar faces and shops I visited many times before.
The church mom and I would go to every sunday. That same church helped us move out of our small single family home many years ago.
As much as I hate being back here, the memories.. so painful I want to forget.
It is nice to go down memory lane a bit. I had the most fun when I was here.
Driving past the church back through the woods to our secluded farm estate.
It was my moms dream to raise animals so she had to get a place close enough to town but also far enough to where we have peace and quiet with our animals.
Our wooden gate open waiting to let us in. And our home, our 4 bedroom farmhouse with stables and a chicken coop and tons of land for whatever we can think of.
"isn't it beautiful..she loved this place"
She died right after she picked it out so were still in the moving process.
We only have what was left here and some things we brought with us.
I smile at the house because it truly is everything she would have wanted.
I park and unbuckle my seatbelt letting it hang on my shoulder as I stare at what is going to be my home from now on.
My dad looks over at me and grabs my hand which is resting on the center console.
"Were gonna make the best of things don't worry"
He gives the look adults give when their trying to hold back the pain they are in. When they try to be strong for you. I hate that look.
He lets go and steps out of the car gently closing the door.
Walking up to the house he unlocks the door stepping in.
I sit there for longer than I intend until a knock on the car window startles me pulling me from my thoughts. The tears that were falling from my face I wipe away not realizing they were there.
I open the car door and step out trying to look as if I wasn't crying.
A tall old man greets me.. well old may be a bad word to use he seems as though he's in his early fourties but his white and gray hair says otherwise.
He's wearing a suite and tie similar to my dad's just less.. death written in it.
"I'm sorry if I startled you I just saw you sitting there for so long I got worried."
Yeah I'm grieving dumb ass!
"It's okay I was getting ready to come out anyways."
"I'm Gabriel Matthew's a friend of your father.. I'm the pastor at your church I remember you as a baby"
Oh my God it's him! That's the guy I remember from the church but..much younger.
He holds out his hand to shake mine.
He has a firm grip.
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My Faith In You
Teen FictionMary-Ann Johnson has moved back to her hometown where she grew up as a child. Her mother Gracie Johnson died of cancer which sends Mary-Ann down a spiral. She tries to put her faith in her towns church to fix her belief that is now broken, however...
