it turned its tiny, pink eyes her way, twitched its big, bunny ears and licked the back of her hand.
she smiled as she plucked a small, tuft of grass and let it feed off of her palm.
it wasn't until it hopped off to meet its companion did she finally stood up.
and that's when she saw the group of people aboard the white yacth. just like the others, they wore white robes, and a smile was pasted on their lips.
but unlike the others, she knew each of their faces. they were all her relatives!
she recognized the tawny haired woman as her Aunt Claudia, her mother's twin, who had died of breast cancer only last year.
the one who had one arm draped around her shoulders was her husband, uncle Robert. he committed suicide after her death.
to his right was Grandpa Willard, Grandma Winnie's husband. he carried the small girl, Anna's cousin and childhood bestfriend, Beth.
her unruly mop of strawberry blond curls bounced wildly around her face as she removed her stubby, little arms from Grandpa Willard's neck to greet her.
