Rayley Brave

Goodbye Mother and Father, I hope to see you soon, someday.
As I kiss them each on the cheek, I realize that this is the last time I will ever see them again. I begin to take long, deep breaths.
"I am not going to cry." I whisper to myself. I stand up and begin to walk away humming along to the lullaby that my mother sang to me.
"Here she come, singin' prettily. She's a wearin' her smile happily. Skippin' cheery as can be.
And she's off to see the world, merrily."

I look back where my parents lay, lifeless, on the ground. I hold my arm into the air, pointing at a cloud, honoring my parents.

I am Rayely J. Bee. I am 13. I am brave. I can find life again in 3069.