Jonathan Hunt is a lonely person with his own sad story; And so is Ashleigh Bradbury. John, however, finds his ways to balance the pain and mirth in his life. Ash, on the other hand, has started to live with the pain. While John is learning to adjus...
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"You can't go back and change the beginning. But you can start where you are and change the end."
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Ash's P.O.V.
After we had food, We went back on couch and Syra started her journalism.
"Can I get a pen an' paper?" She asked. John went to his desk and handed her the notepad and pen.
"Thank you." She smiled. John smiled back.
"So, Ashleigh," she said. "What is your mother's name?"
"Jasmine Bradbury."
"What'd she do?"
"She used to work as a teacher. Then she got promoted as a principal."
"Where'd she work?"
"Some school called Richman's High School. She doesn't work there anymore. I had been there after she left home."
"Okay... Well what's your father's name?"
"I- I don't know. And it doesn't really even matter because he didn't live with us. He must've probably settled down with another woman."
"Oh. Okay." She said, looking upset. I was glad she didn't say she was sorry. I hate it when people show pity on someone's pain.
"You've got her pic?"
"Yeah." I said, taking out her photo from my purse and gave it to her.
I always kept my mother's photo with me. It made me feel her presence. I could feel her embrace through it, something I had never felt in life. Like people say, there is nothing better than a mother's embrace and warmth. I felt it, though I had never felt it. Her presence for me, was her warmth, and her embrace. And just being able to look at her face through the picture was her presence for me. I was satisfied with it.
"This much's enough for now." Syra said. "I'll get the info passed and let y'know 'bout it."
"Thanks alot Syra. You have no idea that just this small ray of hope that you've given to me, matters so much." I said.
She smiled, "You don't need to thank me for anything. I feel glad I'm being of help to ya."
"And then, it is humanity what we are doing. And humanity need not be thanked." Ryan said.
"Yeah, that's why I say, you guys don't have to thank me for my delicious food." John said, making us all laugh. I knew he said that on purpose, so that I couldn't get sadder. I knew him too well now.
"You love yourself don't you?" Ryan said, laughing.
