I hope Mom understands why I don’t visit more often.
I’m busy pretending to love myself, telling my family I’m okay, playing the role of a happy, young professional and ensuring myself the long, lonely spells are normal; everyone must feel them.
When I see her grave, I break character.
Brock Marchant wrote this story.
Oh, this is a great surprise ending.
Wow. What a good story. Kudos!
Well written and I hear you.
Left me kind of breathless. Wow. Nice.
wake up call for a lot of people!
Death–it brings out the best in us!
Love this. Poignant ending. xx
Well done, Brock!
That’s the most touching, shortest piece of literature I’ve read in a long time Brock Marchant!