2 YEARS LATER
Lorraine Romano
It's been nine years.
It's been nine years since I last saw my mother.
Nine years since I last saw Katina.
Nine years since I last celebrated my birthday.
Nine years since I last thought about my father up until today...
This box, wrapped in pink ribbon was the last thing my father gave me. He told me to open it after my birthday party but after I lost her. I did not have the strength to open it for eight years.
It was from her, I was afraid but now that I've finally accepted that she's gone and healed. I am ready.
My fingers tremble as I gently pull the red ribbon off the box. My throat tightens, palms my sweating and the smyach twisting.
God I ha,ven't felt this scared in years.
I take a deep breath before pulling the cover off the box, my brows
