Hey everyone! Here's chapter 4:) Glad you're all liking it so far. I have quite a few fun chapters coming up and I can't wait to post all of them! oh and I just want to apologize for messing around with everyone's feels. I've been told my story is really sad. My little sister is reading TLI at the moment and she was on chapter 21 (when Hazel dies) and she looked up at me and said 'that was really really really sad!' so I apologize for all the sad parts but do not fret! this story is a lot more uplifting than TLI was ;)

enjoy this chapter!

~Wallflower95

It's the weekend which usually means I can sleep in until all hours. I was pretty tired from school and following my mom's letters. Seems like my grandmother had other plans. A light was turned on and I felt someone jump onto the bed.

"What the crap..." I groaned. The body moved. I threw the blanket over my head.

"Anna." I groaned again.

"Do you know what today is?" My grandma is super big on celebrating events. Even the small ones. She's done it since my mom. I guess some things just can't be let go. I groaned again.

"It's Saturday Grandma. That means sleep in and be lazy." Grandma laughed.

"No it's not." She said. I could practically hear her smile spreading across her face. I sighed, took off the blanket and sat up. I didn't want to start anything. I know that my grandma only does this because it's all for me. I smiled at her.

"What's today?" I asked.

"You forgot?" She asked. I thought about it. It wasn't anyone's birthday. It wasn't a holiday.

"No not at all." I said. Grandma smiled. I sighed.

"Okay maybe I did." I said.

"Aha knew she said." I laughed.

"Okay what is today?"

"Anna really? You don't remember?" I thought about it again. It's February 12th. February 12th. And then I realized.

"An Imperial Affliction came out today." I said. My grandma nodded. Exactly Twenty-seven years ago Peter Van Houten released his book An Imperial Affliction. A book that brought my parents together. A book that has so many unanswered questions. A book that means everything to me.

"Twenty-seven years already can you believe it?" My grandma said as she folded a sweater that was lying on the ground. I nodded. I threw off the covers and reached for some clothes.

"I'm going to get dressed." I said. Grandma nodded.

"Okay. I arranged to have lunch with your grandpa at your favourite restaurant."

"Okay." I said. She left the room. I waited for her footsteps to fade down the hallway and then I opened the box at the foot of my beds for my mom's 5th letter. I sat down and sighed.

Anna,

Okay. Let's make a list shall we? You've been to the Literal Heart of Jesus, you've visited the previous home of the pedophilic swing set and learned more about your dad. Don't worry. I have some other places for you to visit.

Today I felt you kick inside of an I am going to be absolutely honest with you. It REALLY friggin hurt. Either you're just painfully reminding me that you're in there or you're trying to get out early.

I looked at my earlier letters to you and I realize now that I never explained the significance of the word 'Okay'.

You see, before you uncle Isaac was with Kaitlyn (at least I hope they're still together) and before he got his sight taken away he had another girlfriend. Her name was Monica. They had this thing. 'Always'. Always was their thing. They would always be there for each other, they would always love each other. Always, always, always. That is until Monica dumped him before his surgery.

That's when Augustus started our thing. He said to me 'Maybe okay will be our always'. We would always finish our phone calls with okay. Toasting to okay with champagne in Amsterdam. Saying I love you with okay. Ending it all with okay. That is the meaning of okay. Okay? Okay.

Anyway, believe it or not AIA brought us together. We both wanted to discover the untold and unanswered question to the ending of An Imperial Affliction. Here is another place for you to visit. It's called Funky Bones. An art sculpture smack down in the middle of the park. You've probably heard of it. It's where Augustus told me he had used his wish to take us to Amsterdam to find out the ending of that damn book. I hope you can appreciate the artistic sculpture by climbing it.

Okay?

Yours,

Hazel Grace

Funky Bones. I've heard about it but never actually been there. I jumped up and threw on some clothes. Dark jeans, white and blue striped sweater and my purple converse. I ran a brush through my hair and looked at my reflection. It'll do.

"Hey Grandma! I just need to step out for a moment. Can I borrow the car?" Sounded like Grandma was on the phone with someone. Probably work. She peeked out her head from the kitchen doorway and gave me a thumb's up. I grabbed the keys and my bag and headed for the car.

It was pretty cold. There was much snow on the ground. A light layer. Mostly just frozen ground. I breathed out, seeing the vapor in the hair. I stuffed my gloved hands in my jacket pockets after I adjusted the turquoise toque on my head. Down the hill from me was the structure known as Funky Bones. Created by Atelier Van Lieshou, dutch. I smiled down at it and I walked down the hill. It was a chilly down so there wasn't the usual crowd of children jumping from bone to bone.

I stood in front of it and placed my hand on a piece of the sculpture. I know that when my mom had been diagnosed her strength and movement had been limited due to the cancer. I can't imagine what had been like. To not be like other kids.

"Here's to you mom!" I said and I climbed up on the sculpture and hopped from one bone to the next. A warm feeling settled in my chest. A feeling of accomplishment and excitement. I spent a good solid half and hour jumping from bone to bone. I felt like my parents would have wanted me to do it. I laughed out loud at put my arms out at my side. Pretending I was flying to the next bone.

I threw my bag onto the floor and I saw my reflection in the hallway mirror. I had been out for an hour jumping from bone to bone. My face and nose was red from the hour in the cold but I smiled anyway. It was for mom and dad. I took off my gloves, jacket and toque and sat in the living room. Sighing in relief as warmth slowly enter my body. Grandma came into the room.

"Ready to go?" I sighed.

"Can we just get take out and read AIA here together?" I asked. Grandma smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

"Sure thing sweetie. I'll call gramps and ask him to get take out." Before she left I reached for her arm. She looked down at me. Without speaking I put my mom's letter in her hand. My mom read it over silently. Tears came into her eyes.

"I always wondered what she had written you." She whispered. Grandma sat beside me with the letter in her hands.

"What's her plan here?" I asked. Grandma smiled.

"She want you to know the story Anna." Grandma said. I nodded. I looked at the pictures on the mantle place above the fireplace. Pictures of my grandparents and my mom. Some before diagnosis and some during.

"Are there any pictures of my parents?" I asked. Grandma shook her head.

"I never got any. Maybe your mom left some for you or maybe Isaac and Kaitlyn?" I nodded. Grandma place the letter back in my hand. She looked me right in the eyes.

"I miss Hazel so much." She whispered. I stayed quiet. Grandma and Grandpa don't talk about my mom much. They would say things like 'You are so much like your mother' or 'That's what your mom would say'.

"She was everything to me." Grandma said.

"When she said she wanted to give up treatment in order to have you I didn't agree at first. I didn't want to lose Hazel. I just wanted her to..." My Grandma trailed off. Tears rolled down her cheek.

"But I realized that it was something she had to do and there was nothing I could say that would change her mind." She said softly. She put her hand against my cheek.

"I miss Hazel. There's not a day that goes by that I don't miss her but I realize she made that choice because she knew it was right. It didn't matter that no one agreed with her. It was the right thing to do." She rubbed my cheek.

"I was so proud of her. For who she was. She was truly amazing. And I am so glad I have you now." I smiled. Grandma hugged me tight.

"I love you Anna." She whispered.

"Love you too Grandma."

After dinner and family reading I laid down in my bed in the dark. Looking up at the glow in the dark stars I had put up there a few weeks ago. Was I like my parents at all? My dad had been smart and funny and charming. My mom had been thoughtful and amazing. I wasn't anything like that. Why do people always say 'you are just like your mom' or just like your dad? I might be their daughter but I'm not sure I'm anything like them.

Stop stressing. You don't need to be like them to make them proud or anything. All you need is to know more about them. I told myself. I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. My lasts thoughts were of my mom and dad.

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~Wallflower95