The next morning feels better than before, because unlike yesterday, today I have hope. I have hope that maybe I will be able to see Hiram again. I get up from the bed with new determination, take a shower. Maybe I am counting chickens before they have hatched but, I know one thing for sure. I am trying. I have hope and it is way better than being hopeless.
I walk up to my dad picture that’s hanging on the wall.
“I am sorry dad I know I am not doing my job right and I am letting you down, but I love him dad. I hope you will understand.”
I walk towards the kitchen; without Hiram the kitchen seems so barren. He was the life of our kitchen, he kept everything stocked. Whenever I walked into the kitchen there was always a delicious aroma filling the room.
I walk inside to make my mom some
