“It’s time to move on,” they say, “it’s time to let go.” But what if I’m not ready? What if… what if I want to stay? Or at least say goodbye?
It all happened so fast, I’m still not convinced this isn’t all just a dream. And yet, I know it’s real, because it hurts too much to be a dream.
Like it or not, here I am. Watching as my mother cries, and seeing my brothers’ tormented eyes.
Oh, how I w...
