"Harry." I called, "Harry!"
He didn't answer, so I just waited. I needed him to take me back to my house. Oh my fish. Something could have happened.
Harry came rushing down the stairs and asked me what was wrong. I told him and he ran to the car. We both got in.
"Harry," I started, "thank you so much. For everything you've done."
"No problem Cer Bear. I would have no problem doing the
all over again." He said.
I just smiled at him and he put his hand on my knee. I laughed at his cheekiness.
"Right around the block," I said still laughing from his rendition of "Birthday" by Katy Perry.
"We're here." I said nervously.
We got out and I motioned him to stop, so I could walk in.
As I took my first step I gasped at the sight if my former clean flat. All my pictures and valuable things, gone. Oh my god. No.
I ran to my bedroom to see if my last photo with my grandmother was still there.
I let out a small squeal.
She was like a mother figure for me. My mother went to jail for false accusation (she did nothing wrong) for ten years and my dad lived in Florida. So I lived with my grandmother so I could still be close to my mother.
She treated me as her own child. It was gone. My last memory of her.
Before I knew it I was on the floor bawling and I wasn't alone. Two string arms were wrapped around me and we were in complete comfortable silence except for the occasional sob let out from myself.
Right then and there this is where I wanted to be.
where I felt most comfortable.