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I had not been to visit my parents’ graves for six months; it was too painful. The thought of them having died in the awful way that they had broken my heart. I swallowed down all the pain of so many years of missing my parents and wanting them here with me. I had my driver’s license now, thanks to Uncle George. He is such a patient and caring being, and Aunt Ruth is sweet. I learned to drive Uncle George’s old Pinto in one week. It was nerve wracking at first, but once I calmed down, I got it! It feels good to be able to drive myself wherever I have to go. I drove to the flower shop and purchased some lilies to place on my parent’ graves. I drove to Shade Crypts Cemetery and parked outside of the front gate and made my way inside and went down to the middle of the cemetery where my parents’ graves were side-by-side. I lovingly set the lilies on their graves.

I stood at their graves for a while, just thinking of how it had been when we were together, all of the fun things we did, and the delightful discussions we shared while we ate seated at the dinner table. I thought about my parents’ anniversary and the time I had made brunch for them. It would have been perfect if I hadn’t let the rolls burn. I had cried. I missed my parents so much. My body had changed so much through the years and I wished so badly that Mom had been there for me. Instead, Aunt Ruth had the pleasure of getting me dressed for my very first dance. She and Uncle George saw me off to my prom. I owe them a lot – they were with me through the good and bad times. They are like my second parents. Plus, they gave me a good home and they provided for me the best of everything I needed. But most of all, Aunt Ruth and Uncle George loved me unconditionally – it’s what I needed the most.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps, and they were moving in my direction from behind me. I spun around and saw my best friends, Daisy Miller and Sarah Thompson, heading toward me. They looked worried. Relieved that it wasn’t Lauryn Anansi coming for me, I turned my attention back to my parents’ graves.

“Hey, we missed you yesterday at Carla’s Manor,” Dais sympathized. “Dais” is a nickname I gave Daisy because her pretty lily-green eyes always looked hazed over as if she were high or in some sort of trance or daze. Carla’s Manor is a neat little country inn with down home Southern country cooking.

“We knew that you would be here at your parents’ graves, and especially today. This is the day that it happened, right? Uhm, your parents and father Westley were brutally murdered by Argent spider’s?” Dais breathed a heavy sigh.

“Uhmmmm, yeah, it was on this day the murder happened.” I managed to bring the words out my mouth. I really dreaded talking about what had happened, how they were murdered. Every time I did, I got a really sick feeling deep down in my gut – it’s a feeling I can’t seem to shake off for a few days.