Prologue

Walking up to the cemetery wasn't that difficult. It was walking in that presented the problem. I knew when I left the house, death-gripping the flowers, where I was going. I didn't really feel anything until I got to the gate. The cold on my face suddenly tightened and I couldn't keep from slipping out a tear or two or three. 

This is stupid, I shouldn't be here. Okay. I stepped through the morning fog. The place was actually quite spooky in this setting. My feet squished in the wet grass. I wonder if I stand here long enough I'll just slowly sink down into the earth. God knows I want to.

I make my way to the headstone. I take a deep breath, trying to hold in everything I wanted, no, needed, to say to her. I couldn't speak because speaking leads to crying and crying means I'm feeling and I don't want to feel anything anymore. 

I'm suddenly aware of the twelve Mexican sunflowers in my grip. They were her favorites. She said they reminded her of home. I set the bouquet down by the glossy marble stone. I checked the time. 8:38. F**k. I'm late. 

"Hasta manana Mama. Siempre en mi corazon."

I turned and ran down the walkway towards Louisiana Street. School started a half hour ago.

Author's Note

I am aware of the Spanish grammatical errors, my laptop will not allow me to use proper Spanish grammar because its stupid so :)