Silent Sorrow

My face against the window pane... I never though it'd be this way. Ever since my mother, Mary Nickolson,  died nine months ago in a horrible car accident, my dad and I, we have been greiving. We decieded to get a new house because the memories of my mother were engraved into that house. It was too much for me to handle. Dad bought a pretty white two story house with a balcony. The house was about eight miles from nowhere. The view was so beautiful sunflowers and trees as far as I could see. When we first moved I would run upstairs to the balcony and just sit there and think. It was an amazing house. I loved it. Well, I did up untill the Carloes moved into the single story house across the street.