CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
It’s been just two days after we buried my mother, and Auntie Naomi is still here going up and down my mother’s house as if I need her. I don’t need her, and I never did. Lucas told me to let her be and do whatever she wants to do; she will eventually get tired and say what she wants so she can leave.
I am in my mother’s room, packing all her stuff into boxes. This is a step towards healing. I don’t want to keep hurting myself with the if only and the whys. I want to move on even though it won’t be as quick as tomorrow.
“What are you doing, Cassandra?” Naomi asks, standing at the door.
“Packing,”
“You couldn’t wait to get rid of her, did you?” Here we go again.
I chuckle underneath my breath and shake my head.
“I honestly don’t care what you think about me,
