“Come in with me.”
He has been nothing but supportive to me since we visited Charlotte. I wanted him to know the lily he met in the garden. I pulled him together with me to the house. The porch still had the swing set we got during my 13th birthday. I opened the house and my breath stuck in my lungs. Same as I left not even a frame was changed. I touched the wall and the table we used to have dinner. Nate was looking at my childhood photos which were left there. We pasted those in little tree format.
I took Nate to my room; I grazed the painting which I made with my mother in my room. Nate was looking around the room with a smile on his face.
“What?” I asked him.
“It’s my Lily’s room.”
“Yeah, I really liked decorating my room with different paintings, this painting here is of t
