Introduction:
Leslie P.O.V
"Hey Mom, I was wondering if you wanted me to get that movie about the kid with the guitar from the video store on my way home so we can watch it tomorrow?"
Silence.
"Alright, so no Guitar Boy, how about Avatar? I know you love that one…"
Nothing.
"Mom? Are you okay?"
I peered closely at her face, finally realizing what had happened. There was no life in her usually vibrant green eyes. They were glazed over, no trace of the woman I'd spent my entire life admiring behind them.
I knew this day would come eventually, but nobody really knows how to deal with it. I guess everyone handles loss different. No, I thought, that's not true.
We all cry, in public or behind closed doors. We're all haunted by their presence, if only for the first few weeks, or years after they're gone. We all expect them to come walking through the front door with groceries in one arm, complaining about the terrible traffic. But first and foremost, we scream. Silently in shock, or aloud hysterically.
Which I did. When she died, so did a gargantuan piece of me. I may never get that back, but now, I have a new kind of love to fill that gap. True love.
My name is Leslie Sophia Reo, and this is my story. You will laugh, you will ponder, you will gasp, cry, and curse my decisions. But the one thing you will do, over and over throughout the tale, is relate.