The plane comes to a stop in Miami, Florida. Immediately I'm greeted with warm weather and tall palm trees. From here, I'm supposed to go to Miami's International University of Art and Design. It doesn't seem like reality. Like in a snap I'd be wide eyed in bed hating that this was all a dream.
After settling in an apartment near the coast, I decide to take a walk down the beach. Water waves roll to shore to sprinkle my feet and sand cuddles between my toes. A phone call interrupts my sandy heaven.
"Hello."
"Hey, Mona." I smile when I realize who it is.
"How was your flight?" John asks.
"It was great."
"Yeah, mine was too. But I have reason to complain about the jet lag."
"What?" I ask completely befuddled.
"And did I ever tell you that Miami is beautiful this time of day?"
I frown and pull my head away from the phone to see John standing steps behind me smirking his face off.
My heart leaped as I ran to him and jumped into his arms. "What are you doing here?!" I ask cheesing. "What about Amelia and Sophie?"
"You know all this time I've been thinking there's no way I could leave my girls. They need me. But you wanna know what they said to me the second that taxi took off?"
"What?"
"They said, you know what you have to do, so don't bother coming home without her. I'm starting to realize I needed them way more than they needed me," he explains cheesing along with me.
"So what happens now?" I ask.
"What happens is that I go where you go. I'll travel wherever as long as you're there with me because I can't imagine life without my Mona Lisa."
I rest my arms around his neck and nestle my head against his shoulder.
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
***
The crisp Connecticut air cuts across my face as I make my way down an empty graveyard. Petite stones line the grass, some adorned in flowers and some adorned with nothing.
With each step, my contentment resides. I finally make my way to the grave stone I've been looking for.
The words Jared Lewis are etched into the block of alabaster. Wilted flowers congregate around it. I take off my cap and rest it along with the plants. Another sign of grief and gratitude.
A smile spreads across my face.
"Well would you look at that, dad," I say, my voice wavering.
"I made it."
~The End~
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