How do you get through this without your freaking rock to ground you?
David steps in.
Our eyes lock, his are droopy and sad while mine are reddened with tears.
“Hey,” David starts. “It’s time to go, Rio.”
But that's the thing, David! I didn’t want her to go.
With a silent nod, I take one final deep breath and walk through the doorway, head down the stairs and out the front door.
It pained me to hold my head as high as I was when all I wanted to do was lower and drown in my own tears, just as I had been doing alone in my room all week.
“Rio, you’re not alone in this,” David said as he walked next to me, opening the car door for me to slip in.
Yes, I was. I whimpered within.
The rain crashed down.
It was as if the Heavens themselves were weeping for the loss of my mother.
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