*Jim*
I watch Amelia drive away, not turning around until the lights on her car disappear. I hate it when she leaves. I get it, and I want her to learn everything she wants to and have a career that makes her happy, but that doesn’t make the quiet any easier.
I head to my office and sit at the computer, looking online for the most beautiful bench I can find. I settle on one made of oak with room for both of us, but as I check out, I see a wooden swing. I buy both, sure that she will like them.
My girl misses her mom so much, and I wish I could do something to help. I’m at a loss, though. My parents are both dead and while they weren’t terribly old when they passed, it wasn’t exactly unexpected. Amelia, though, had to watch her mom through illness once and saw her come back health
