(Jousett)
I greet everyone that enters my parents house for the vigil. Family, friends, people that we just knew around, and even kids that my dad made toys for at the hospital, came to pay their respects.
“Jousett, I’m sorry for your loss. I still can’t believe it” Loretta, a lady who works at the café, we went on Sundays says.
“Thank you” I said.
“Are there any news from the cops?” Loretta asks.
“No, not yet, but I know they are working hard” I told her.
“Well, I hope they find the person who did this. Your parents didn’t deserve what happened to them” she said and I nod. She gently touches my shoulder and steps away. My aunt Lisa walks towards me and gently pulls me into a hug. She doesn’t have to say anything. Aunt Erica, Aunt Mary, Uncle Jessy, and my cousin Gloria join th
