“I am trying so hard to understand what on earth were you even thinking,” My mom scolded me as I made my way to the window. I could still follow the scent as she walked around the outside of the house. Mom was right I wasn't thinking. “Alejandro are you even listening,” Even though I hesitated to answer, I was listening, how could I not. My eyes followed Isabella as she took a seat at the bench beside our house. I had helped my father build that bench when I was younger, it had been one of my earliest memories of him. I had stayed away from this side of the house many times, hoping to stay away from those memories. It always brought the guilt back, knowing I couldn't do anything for him.
It wasn’t long after that she noticed my presence. It only took her a moment to decide she no longer w
