chapter 17

He held my hand and stroked it "I remember my dad coming into my room at around 4:30 in the morning saying my mom died in the hospital. We jumped in the car with our pajamas on and sped down there just she was being taken off of her machines. I just can't get the image of my frail, pale, and skinny mother out of my head till this day"

I stroked his hair as I listened "her pain is gone baby. she's at peace now."

He shook his head "I wish I knew where she was. I just want my mom back" his voice cracked at the end and I could feel the arm of my sweater become wet.

At this point I myself could not hold back my tears. This beautiful broken man just wanted his mother back and was sitting in my apartment at 4 in the morning, crying in my arms and I couldn't help but cry too. I wanted to cry with him.

I hugged him to me tighter and kissed his forehead. "She'll always be here with you. Always. Always. Always"

He nodded and held me tighter as he silently wept.

Eventually we made it to my c