Beautiful End

Worry

Elvis's mom
I worry about my son every single day. Ever since Sandra's death, he hardly eats and to make it worse, he has refused to go to work. I have tried cheering him up with all the things I know he enjoys, all to no avail.

He has also refused to see any visitors, be it co_workers or his boss. He just doesn't want to see anyone he says. I and his siblings are the only ones who are able to have access to him. I didn't realize that Sandra's death had hit him so hard until months after her burial, he broke down completely and refused to speak to anyone, initially not even me but with the help of a few specialists, he came around a little and began to speak and answer to us his family.

I shed a tear as I remembered the pain I went through when my own husband died in a car crash, it felt like someone had ripped my heart from my chest and rendered me heartless, I felt like life was no longer meaningful.

I cried and cried for years but then I realised he was gone no matter what I did and there was nothing I could do to bring him back but move on.
I learnt to live with the pain and also I learnt to move on and keep his memory in the farthest place in my mind, that way I only thought of him when I needed to.

This helped me a lot and over the years, time healed the rest of the wounds. I hoped with time, Elvis would also realize he needed to move on and I hope  time also healed his wounds. I hope he realized he needed to move on and start paying a little attention to someone else.
I went into the kitchen and made him a glass of milkshake and took it to his room.

He sat on his bed,with his back turned to me,he hadn't noticed my presence at first as he went through old photos of Sandra that he had taken from her apartment even though I had advised against it at the time.

I cleared my throat making him turn around to see me, he smiled a sad kind of smile that didn't even reach his eyes as he made way beside him on the bed for me to occupy. I touched his cheeks as I sat down on the bed beside him.

"Mom I miss her, It's like everything around here reminds me of her, even at work it feels like I have lost a part of me and I don't even know what to do about it.  I just wish I could turn back the hands of time, back to when she was sick and asked to go home, I would have taken her, even if she got mad at me",he said as he sobbed on my shoulders, It's okay, I said to him as I tried to let him know that every single thing that happened wasn't his fault because even our lives was controlled by a higher supremo who knew everything that would happen today and tomorrow.

After our conversation, I decided Ghana wasn't the best place for my son so we decided to sell the house and move to Miami and get a nice beach house where the whole family could stay without any hustle and then with the money Elvis and his two siblings had made from working, we could buy a small yacht and then Elvis could find a job or do something to make him forget about his pain.

And so it was decided that since it was late may, we would secure everything and move early June.
It gave me some relief that I was being able to help him in some way, I smiled as I got up from the kitchen the second time that day and went up to my bedroom.

The girls would be home early to prepare dinner and so I went upstairs and kept myself busy by cleaning up and tidying my room and around the house.

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Okay guys,so now Elvis is not yet over his misery,and oh before I forget,I still need someone to design a book cover for this story,the one who designs the best would be featured on my story as a character on my next story,so guys get your designing skills kicking.