It had been fifteen years since the sun had last risen. I don’t really remember the last time when I or my family was happy.

It felt, to me, that time stood still…that the Earth stopped moving. But it didn’t, life went on. Eventually some family moved away where the sun still shined for them. I couldn’t believe they decided to forget and run off.

Christmas isn’t as magical, Thanksgiving is quiet, and Easter isn’t as fun anymore…. Have you ever wished that you could just hit the pause button or maybe rewind? That’s how I feel whenever the holidays come up. Before darkness took over the light…it was so much happier. It was less chaotic and a whole lot more love. Now my siblings and parents are either angry or have a lot of sorrow in their hearts. It’s only once in a while when I will see them smile…and that’s most likely fake.

See…I hate change. Gosh, does anyone really like change? From the time I was born to fifteen years ago, my life was great. There were people who loved and cared for me. And they still do…but they’re not as energized or joyful like they were years ago.

My Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Phil both moved to another city and they barely contact us. My sisters hardly ever come over for holidays and my brother is always locked up in his room playing video games and eating snacks. He’s the worst of all…he never comes out of his room and isn’t that fun loving kid everyone once knew.

Ever since my cousin Jason passed away, life hasn’t been the same. When he was fifteen years old, he got killed in a car accident and it had been hard on everyone.

He was the light of the world. The kind of guy to make you laugh and the kind to bring light into something sad and dark. He was like the sun…cheerful, warm, and he had a lot of dignity like the sun.

Now he’s gone and everyone misses him…in their own way. I just wished he could’ve stayed instead of leaving so soon. The only reason why I’m okay is because I know he’s being taken care of by The Good Lord….