Prompt:
#92 - Family
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family [fam-uh-lee, fam-lee], noun.
Parents and their children, considered as a group, whether dwelling together or not.
Sometimes she wonders what would happen if it were her.
If she was the one who had died, not him. If his children, their children had a father and not a mother instead of the other way around. Then she sees her little boy smiling up at her and tries to forget those thoughts. She pretends his eyes aren't empty now that his father is gone and that they can get through this.
She wishes that he looked more like Shane, instead of only having his smile, his eyes and his sense of humour. She wants her little boy to look more like his father so much that it hurts. He looks more like her though, and sometimes she thinks that hurts more. He's only ten and she knows that soon he's going to scold her for still insisting he is still her little boy.
Empty smiles and broken hearts are now a regular occurrence in her life. Now that he's gone she sees sadness everywhere she looks: the way Jason can never have Tess, the way she passes people in the street that have obviously been crying, the way the couple next door always argue.
Staying strong for her little boy is so hard. He's better at this than her: he is the one that, in the first few weeks after the death, opened the door to people offering their sympathies. She stayed in her room and cried. She loves her son, she does, but she loved her husband too. She should be grateful for what she has, but she doesn't know what she has anymore.
So she lives day to day, crying herself to sleep and holding her little boy close. And she knows that sooner or later she's going to have to change this. But she also knows that he, her husband, is never coming back.
Mitchie Torres is almost as broken as her life.
