Suffering

Tears

      When I got home, I went directly for my mom. I told her about everything. I'm so glad I can tell her anything.

     "Hey, I have to tell you a story." She starts:"So, a long time ago, on the day I met your father, an old man who was sitting on a bench stopped me to get help. He wanted me to bring some flowers to his grandson."

    "What does that have to do with anything?" I complained.

    "Shhh! Let me continue. So, his grandson was a little boy who liked roses. I said I would search for him, since you know I like to help people.
    I searched everywhere, until I got to the graveyard."

   "Mom...where is this going?" I asked kind of scared.

    "I thought that it was so silly of me to even think to search for him in there, but I went anyway. I looked at all the graves."

    "Mom, no..."

    "There it was written:

     Jack Anderson
      
       1996-2005

     Died in a car accident. We will truly miss you, Jackey."

    "N-no..." I said in pure shock." H-he..."

    My mom nodded.

    "W-what happened next?" I asked.

    "I couldn't believe it. I put the roses on his grave then walked back to the old man."

    "Is that the grandfather?"

    "Yes. He asked me if his grandson liked the flowers."

     My eyes squeezed shut to prevent me from crying.

    "I told him he liked them very much." She said with a shaky voice, then continued: "Do you know what his last words were?" I shook my head with my eyes still shut.

    "I knew he would like them, roses are his favorite flowers! Thank you so much, young lady!" After my mom said that last sentence, she started tearing up.

   "Claire, my dear, Jackey's grandfather had an illness which made him forget things very often, but the only thing he didn't forget was to bring his grandson his favorite flowers."

                 TO BE CONTINUED?