Struggle

Henry

He was all I had.
He was the one.
And he is gone.

NOW

I have a child.
I had a child.
Cancer.

Me

The story begins.

"Fiona come down stairs and great our guests." Christmas , a time of "wishful thinking" as I complain to myself walking down the stairs putting on a smile.

"Gran "! As I shout at the top of my Lungs. Everybody else walks in and stops behind her. There is someone new at the end of the train.

" oh, Susan (my mom) I hope you don't mind we brought our good friend Henry it seems his parents aren't home for Christmas , what a shame, Fiona I think you two might hit it off! "

"Mom ! Grandma has lost her marbles again ."

"Isn't Fiona just a joker! Come please sit down we are always delighted to have a new guest aren't we Fiona ?" She have me a stair.