About a year ago, I made a decision which would change my life forever. I was very depressed and suicidal, surviving over my own words. My world was falling, my mother was gone, and my aunt was under her own storm, throwing it all on to me. I needed a change. I needed a new life.
I remembered the air of a city in California, next to the bay. A place where happiness shined, and where my half-sister and father had lived. From the long summer days to the cool summer night, the sound of my sister and I's laughter, as we watched various random videos on Youtube, while eating hot cheeto puffs. Family meant everything over there. I've never felt so surrounded by love since the day my mom got diagnosed with kidney failure.
"I need to go back there"
Where the only thoughts in my head as I was spending my life at my grandparents wealthy estate in Massachusetts, drowned and stuffed with depression, and the grief of losing my mother.
All I could think of were the stars of the bay.
The stars of the bay-
And my mother's death.
It's almost as if I predicted it.
If that's even possible.
When I went to go visit my father in California, my eyes would always be glued to the sky. Stars everywhere, softly glowing in and out, planets staying bright and still. My heart would embrace the sky as I would look up at all of them above, and think a thought I would never think would eventually come true.
"If my mother were to ever die, I would move here"
That thought sparkled on my tongue like a cold glass of Pellegrino.
I swallowed it-
I digested it.
It became apart of my life.
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Holding Petals
Non-FictionA collection of stories written by me, expressing the hardships of my life.
