i wake up to my new born son crying in his sleep . i swing my red silk blanket off me , slip into my black slippers that are by my bed. walking to the other side of the room were my son is i trip over something in middle of my floor and i feel the escape of a scream come straight from my throat. i grew to a panic i crawld the rest of the way to my baby's basanet. i stood up grabbed him and held him tight and walked to my bed side stand and picked up the black cordless phone and dialed 911. i then walked into the living room and waited patiently with my son landen .
three years later . i was in my living room packing up my pictures , i stoped and looked at one in paticular it was a generation picture it had me , my husband richard and my mom loretta and her husbaand clarence whom we all called bub and of course my girandparent rebecca and isacc. i stoped and thought to myself what happend to everyone. my grandma died when landen was only 6 months old . then my mom has just recently passed away . She died of massive heart attche , i miss her all the time .i strongly believe that she is watching over me i honestly need to believe that. if i didnt believe that i honestly think i would litteraly go insane. i put my right hand on the picture and lightly run my fingers over my moms face and say " i love you mom". I step down off the stool and pplace the picture in the box, and fold it up and put tap over it and right fradgile on it.
"honk honk" i here landens bus honking, i run out the door and wave at the bus driver and as i approch her itold her today was landens last day of school . That we was moving to colrado to stay on a ranch with His aunt destiney and uncle shawn , we needed to get away from civlization for a while with rich been missing since that night the nanny commited suicide in my bedroom he had been missing . i had waited for three years he was never found. its time for me and landen to move on. landens aunt has been wanting us to visit for years now.
