May 14th, 2056.
Sitting in my chair at my desk, I brought out a piece of paper and my pen. It was Mother's Day today, and also my mothers birthday. Seventy one years old, she would've been.
I began to press the pen against the paper, "Happy Mother's Day, mum. It's been fourteen years since you've taken your own life, and I still really miss you. My life hasn't been the same, not including where I am right now, but it's like a piece of your life has been ripped out of you. You and dad have always been the people I could turn to talk to, whether it has been for my old art work, or about Aunt Jade. And with you and dad both gone, I have no one. But you two will always remain in my mind and heart, I love you so much. Happy Mother's Day.
Love,
Tracey."
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Innocence
General FictionTracey Whitman, the young thirteen year old excited for the years to come, with his artistic career kicking off, all is well with him. He's truly found happiness. But one day, on December 16th on a snowy Friday night, the Whitman family throws the a...
