I looked at my mom and I saw Mrs. Jones was still crying in my mom's arms. I didn't know what I could do to help her. She was crying all day and knowing that I have something to do with it makes me feel sick. I was responsible for why these people around me felt miserable. All I will do is to take care and watch Heather but I didn't. I did nothing. I just watch her walk and pass by people that was talking bad things around her. I even let Alice talk bad things to Heather. I was terrible. I was a terrible friend. I walked to Mrs. Jones and my mom's place. Mrs. Jones smiled at me and held my hand.
"I know that you miss her too, Arthur. You are always welcome here," Mrs. Jones uttered. I know that at first, we are having some troubles since Heather was a girl and I was a boy but I can't deny
