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And now all my days are filled with tears Wish I could go back and change these years I'm going through changes I'm going through changes Oh, it hurt so bad
*Two Years Later* Nicholas.
"Nicholas! It's good to have you back! How do you like the new facility? The money that you donated brought us good cause." The owner of the gym I boxed at, Daniel, says to me.
It's been two years since I've been back home. I'm 25 now. I've been at fighting matches getting my name across the board. I called off the wedding and instead of adding a new love life I've been just focusing on me winning my boxing tournaments and keeping the money for myself but also giving it back to the community I grew up in and also trying to heal on my own. Now I'm back home and i'm training again with Blake by my side as my manager and my trainer.
"It's great to be back man. I'm glad everything went smoothly I had to come here first. Where I was practically birthed." I respond and he laughs.
After greeting everyone I left and got into my jeep driving to go to my parents house. When I arrived I instantly go inside using the spare key.
"Im home!" I yelled out and my mom comes running from the kitchen embracing me with a hug.
"Oh my Nicholas! This is the best surprise ever. I've missed my son so much, how are you?" She says with the biggest smile on her face.
"Im great actually. Where's dad? I've missed you both." I say as I look around.
"Honey...do you not know what day it is?" She pauses and I give her a confused look but relax my face once I realized it was October 10th.
I reach for my phone and see to notification reminder and the date.
It's the anniversary of the death of my sister, Aaliyah.
My dad always spends it at the cemetery when this day comes. No wonder the urge to come home was pushing me to go today. They needed me and it definitely looked like my mom has been crying so I pull her in for another hug.
"Did you want to go down to the cemetery?" I asked. "I'll drive."
"No, no, no. I'm trying to bake this cake...it was your sisters favorite, but I've been burning it!" She says out of frustration as she pulls out a smokey burnt cake.
"Mom...come on." I say as I remove the mittens from her hands and pull her out of the kitchen walking her to the front door and helping her with her jacket. "We'll stop at the flower shop on the way." She nods in agreement.
As much as no sibling should ever lose their sibling, no parents should have to burry their child. My heart aches for my parents as much as it did for myself. I used to feel so much anger on this day I know I was just confused. As much as I wanted to break down I wanted to stay strong for my mom.
