Prologue
I watched as each rain drop raced each other down the window. All of the rain drops wanted to be somewhere, and that was home. The house filled with the smell of burnt chicken with rosemary sause. My older brother, Max, fiddleing with a stress toy my mother bought him for his anxiety.
Everything was normal, except the empty chair that stood across from my mother. She was a true mess when my father sadly passed away in a car crash. After the funeral, I heard her sob every night and wake up with dark circles. She stood tall and took us to school everyday. You could say she had not gotten over her loss, and I would perfectly agree with you.
Mother was broken and she had no one to heal her.
