Harold’s POV
“I finally found her, son, and she’s just as beautiful as her mother was,” I told Orion, as I stared at the picture in my small altar. His ashes were infused into the amber suspended in a crystal like state, shimmering inside like the stars in the night sky. My time with him was cut short, and so too was my time with Raya. There is nothing in this world that prepares you for the loss of your child. Although having Raya again has brought me some semblance of solace.
I am very proud of my granddaughter and everything she has had to overcome. She grew up knowing nothing about herself or her parents. My heart still breaks for her when I imagine the hurt she must have felt when no one seemed to want her. I’ve always wanted her. If I hadn’t been so foolish as to think I could bri
