•Ch.8•

74 4 2
                                    

No one is here. We wait on the grass for old relatives and friends but they haven't showed up. Its been about half an hour. "I think we better start this," I say.

They sit on the green grass with the autumn leaves drifting into their hair. "My mom was the only person that had my back after Dad died," I say looking at the tone next to hers,"She cared for people so much. She was the most kind, gentle, and loving person you would have ever met. She found the good in all things. Even the bad," I announce. I start to think. Mom found the good in the bad, like Cade. "Even through the toughest times she would be able to have a smile on her face. I'm just glad I spent those years with her."

Isaac and Hazel start clapping. "Lets go get somethin' to eat," Isaac offers. "I'm starving."

We sit at the booth in one of Indianapolis' tastiest diners. I get some fries and a burger and for the first time in four years, I actually eat it all. Hazel grins. She knows that I am finally happy.

At Your BedsideWhere stories live. Discover now