" I've never been fond of the thought of my mom or my dad. It reminds me how we could be taken from this life so quickly-death. They were both taken from me. My mom when I was only two and my dad just a while ago. Sometimes it feels as if it doesn't have an effect on me, then other times I can't help but, cry as the memories rush into my thoughts all at once." I tell the sad faces in front of me. My eyes move along the row of people. Ellen smiles sadly along with the others. They carry a understanding expression. My heart turns and I bawl my fists tightly so the tears won't spill again. "But now I have Ellen, my aunt...Cammie, my best friend. And June, my...other friend." I continued my voice shaky, about to crack." Then I ask myself, it's going to be okay...right?" The voice in my head answers... Maybe. Where the wind takes me. Copyright © August 2014. All rights reserved.