When I get home the house is dead silent. I walk over to the couch and peer at mom who is asleep. Something feels strange but then again welcome to my life. I try laying down but I can't sleep. It's killing me that I can't figure out what's wrong. Think. Oh shoot, mom's breathing machine. I jump off of my bed so quickly my legs give way sending me to the floor. "Mom!" I yell running down the hallway. How could I be so selfish to forget. "Mom!" I scream noticing the machine had been unplugged. I scoop moms body up, "Mom." I say flatly, "I'm so sorry." Then comes the waterfall, like it was on queue. I laid down on the strangely comfortable carpet and watch myself crash. This is the end right. The end of the fall. I can get back up now. I'll call the cops and they'll take my mom away, I'll go live with my aunt which may or may not exist. Then I will go to an 'ok' college, marry an 'ok' guy and have 'ok' kids. Kind of predictable don't 'chu think. I look to my right and under the couch is a letter.
My wonderful daughter is all grown up (or so she thinks). Please stop crying. I'm in a better place now. I trust you to make good decisions in life which means your aunt is happily awaiting your arrival but if you decide different, good luck sweetheart. Oh and Justin he is a good kid (but you already know).
P.s. Lily! Get my body off the damn couch and live your life! I love you.