Everyone Has a Past, Whats Yours?

Frank

I walked out of the funeral home. Mom had died, she sacrificed herself to save her brothers and sisters in arms. I never been and never will be more proud of my Mom. She was a warrior, a hero, and I will forever continue telling her story . . . But not having her here with me, never being able to hear her kind voice and her warm hugs was unbearable. I put the piece of driftwood in my black suit jacket.
Too much has happened today. . .
I just need to get away.
I could feel the tears tugging at my eyes, wanting to get out, but I couldn't let them, not here in front of my whole family. I could hear my Grandmother scolding me right now.
You are a Zhang Fie.
Zhang men are not suppose to cry.
You don't see me blubbering do you?

I had gotten my mouth washed out with soap for a weak because I was getting a little misty eyed watching the Titanic, if I so much as shed a tear now- I didn't have to finish the thought, me shuddering was enough. 
I slipped through the crowd, comforting teary eyed people here and there until I got away from them all.
I ran down the sidewalk as fast as
I could, tears running down my cheeks nonstop like a dam that had just burst. I collapsed onto the pile of wood chips not caring if I ruined the suit or not.

Once I cried until I had no tears left to cry I sat up, my vision now clear I looked around curious to where I had went. It was a park, but as soon as I saw it I recognized it instantly. It was the park Mom used to take me to as a child. I slowly walked over to the swings, running my hands down the chain gingerly as if I touched it to hard the swing would dissolve into nothingness.
I sat down and slowly started swinging as I felt the tears coming back.

Mom, mom had brought me here when she told me she was going off to war. But she left out one important detail . . . She never told me she wouldn't come back for four years and when she was back she'd be brought back in a casket.
My breath caught in my throat as the tears gingerly twinkled down my face.
I tightly squeezed my eyes shut.
I had came to this park almost everyday since my Mom left.
It made me feel like she was still with me, like she never left.
I would act like a goofball little kid running around and belly sliding down the slide, doing all the things they had here, but the swings.
I never thought about how she had promised me she'd be back before I knew it on the swings, I just subconsciously avoided them.
I haven't been a big swing fan since the day she left and now that she was gone forever . . . I let out a sad sigh and wiped the tears from my stinging eyes. I won't ever go on a swing again.
I sat up stuffing my hands in my pockets, where I held my lifeline piece of drift wood,
I held on to it securely.
My Mom is gone, it hurts more unbearably than anything I have ever been through. But I will live on, for her. I walked across the Park heading for the exit on my way home.

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I heard something moving around and growling lowly outside the door.
I had lost count of the days since my Mom had been gone, I know it was probably only a week or so but it felt more like a lifetime.
I got up off the couch and slowly crept up to the door. I grabbed onto my wooden baseball bat on the way over,
if there was anything threatening
I'd hit 'um with it.
I took hold of the doorknob, turned it and swung the door open holding the baseball bat behind my back.
"Frank Zhang." A female voice called.
My eyebrows knit in confusion,
I looked side to side but didn't see anyone. I looked down and saw a wolf with her startling blue eyes locked on my own. "It is time."

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