Ms. Fernandez stood outside her dead son's room. She didn't have enough strength to go in there. All the memories of his loveable son would be to much and she would break down like every time she passed by it.
She wiped the tears off her eyes and looked at the door handle like she was wating for it to open all by itself.
She reached for it, twisting it. The door making a cracking noise because it hasn't been opened for three weeks.
Everything look normal. But their was a bright blue envelope that was laying on his white bed sheets.
She walked towards it, picking up carefully opening it.
Dear Jasmine,
I'm coming home,
I can't wait to see you.
A single tear rolled down her soft cheeks. Holding the small note to get chest and smiling.
