ANDY’S POV
“Tomorrow’s his last night with us” mama stated.
We are in a funeral parlor and it has been two days that past since he left us. Mama and I are still crying in pain. Agonizing still. Couldn’t believe that he’s really gone not with us.
Two days and nights that I kept crying whenever I see an image of his face inside my head. Two days of grieving and wishing he’s just around, alive, but hoping is getting really useless.
“Starting tomorrow, it will be just the two of us in the house” I stated.
“We have to learn to adjust and accept the fact that he’s not here anymore”
“I know. Ma… do you believe that it’s still part of His plans?” I asked.
She looks at me and smile, “you should never doubt your faith in Him. He doesn’t want to hurt you, us, nor wants to see us suffering.
