Casey
*17 years later*
Time has passed in the blink of an eye and how things have changed. I have been coming to the same place, same stone, each year at the same time.
“Hey there Adam,” I smiled down at the stone, sitting right beside it, “how are things down there?” I chuckled at the same joke I made each time.
With time the tears stopped flowering, but the memories remained.
“Mom!” Nova shouted, “Silas, Amos, and Kira and Amira won’t let me go to the lake with them”
“Why don’t you go play with Parker, Quinn, Cayne and Tytus”
“Because they just want to play in the dirt”
“This girl. She can’t even look at dirt without washing her hands. She reminds me of El so much. Guess it really is hereditary. Even looks like El too. Silas has grown so much. He is the spitting image of Ryan,
