Rosie and I were moving into the new apartment, in London. We're learning pretty much everything as we go. One day I start making youtube videos because their was nothing else to do while Rosie was at school. But will meeting two guys change everything?


29. Chapter 28

Chapter 28

I sat down in front of a headstone. It read

Gretchen E. Miller

June 5, 1969-August 16, 2011

A loving mother to both of her kids.

“So is that your mom?” Phil asked sitting down behind me.

“Yeah,” I said nodding. “I haven’t been here for years.”

“What about your dad?” He asked.

“He’s buried out in Philly,” I told him.

“Oh,” he said.

He didn’t say anything else, just wrapped his arms around my waist. I didn’t really feel sad that my mom was dead, she wasn’t the best mom she was just there. A lady that would bring me places if I needed and over stressed about my grades. “So that’s her,” I said.

“Do you want to go now?” He asked.

“Sure,” I said and slowly got up with him.

We walked back to the car without a word, just holding hands.


Two weeks passed and the four of us were on the road again. We planned to go to Philly so we could go visit my dad. Phil was the one driving so I could take a break and a little nap. I couldn’t really sleep with all the noise Rosie and Dan were making in the back, so I pretty much just leaned my head against Phil’s shoulder.

“What are you thinking?” Phil whispered to me.

I thought about it for a moment, what was I thinking about? “Everything, but yet nothing at the same time,” was what I told him.

“Can you do that?” He asked.

“I’m Robin Leigh, I can manage to do anything,” I told making us both laugh.

The rest of the car ride was silent.

We stopped for the night at a hotel in Youngstown, Ohio. We only got one room, Phil and I shared a bed and Rosie and Dan got the other. By 11 o’clock I had managed to get to sleep.


In the morning I noticed that Rosie and Dan were still in bed, but Phil was gone. I looked at the time and it was only 9:46 in the morning, so I knew that Phil must already be looking for breakfast, then Rosie and Dan might still be a while. Pushing on the sheets, I got up and out of bed. I put on only socks as I went out on the search for Phil.

Down stairs I was able to find him the same room where breakfast was out. He was the only one in there as I walked in. “Hey,” I said softly.

“Hey,” he said looking up and giving me a small smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Pretty good, what about you?” I asked in return.

“Good. Is Dan or Rosie up yet?” He asked.

“They seemed to be sound asleep when I felt,” I said.

“What would you like to eat?” He asked getting up.
“Oh, I’ll just have some toast,” I said looking up at him.

He smiled at me and started making some breakfast for the both of us.


A few hours had past and we were visiting my dad at Washington Crossing National Cemetery. “Do you want to come Rosie?” I asked opening to car door.

She gave me a sad smile but still nodded.

I looked around, and it seemed to once again have grown from the last time I was here.

Dan joined us and we all went into the office first so I could find my dad’s grave.

Once we got a map it only took us a few minutes to find him.

Sitting down I looked at his head stone.

William R


SP 4


JUL 25, 1928

JUL 26, 2011





I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I never knew why I always cried when I thought about how my dad died and how he wasn’t around when I was growing up. Even though he did try when he called once a week, but it started to become less and less often when he became more sick. Phil held me and Rosie sat on my lap so I could hold her too.

I could tell that she was crying too. She never did like it when I cried because it would make her cry too. Dan was sitting down next to me too, not really sure what to do.

After about 30 minutes, I was ready to go. We all slowly got up and walked away and into the car.

Ready to go back to London, where are home is. Where we’ve found a place to live.

A place to live out the rest of our lives.

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