Dear Mom,

last year

dear mom,

it was a late afternoon, and it was december. cedric graduated from college already and as we both just sat in our bed, henry in between us.

i guess i was just waiting for my breath to end, but for some reason after a few months i wasn't dead.

for some reason, i actually lived past two years from the date i was suppose to die. and before i knew it i was in my forties, then my fifties, and i finally got to see henry grow up.

i got to see henry graduate from high school, even though i'm in my sixties now.

cedric is already getting old with me, but still he looks like he could be in his forty. how does he look so young, i don't even know.

love,

ann

scribbled on a random paper.