Epilogue
It's been a year since my mother died of cancer and we are trying to move on. Mother has always been our pillar of strength. She doesn't give in easily to any hindrances in her life, preferring to be headstrong and facing her fears and problems head on. She hated weakness…
Since her diary, I went out of my way to look for Mr. Troy Bolton. I found him back in Albuquerque remarried with children. He was a bit surprised to see me and I was surprised to see him to. It's been twenty years since he had been to New York and I can tell that all those traveling had taken its toll on him.
The first time I saw him was on his pictures with mom in the Statue of Liberty. He certainly looked mature but still hot. As I see him after twenty years, his brown hair is turning to gray and he has grown a beard. His body was fit yet not as muscular as before but the biggest change I saw was in his eyes. From the New York pictures it was still kind of haunted but now there was this twinkle as if the sun would forever shine on the clear blue ocean. His face was weathered but he looked handsome in a rouge kind of way.
He told me that he traveled a lot after he and my mother separated but after a while, he went back to Albuquerque and met Ingrid. It was like love all over again and he couldn't help but be overwhelmed of the things he'd been running from since his first family died.
I told him that my mother has died and he made a brash decision to accompany me back to New York where he visited her grave. It was a touching moment… I told him of my mother's last words and he smiled…
"She told you that huh?" he asked.
"Yes… I wondered where she got it…" I said with a small smile.
"And have you found your 'it'?" he asked me…
"You…" I answered unabashedly. He looked shocked so I hurriedly explained.
"I yearned to learn something in my mother's life. It always felt as if she has hidden a part of it and I wanted to know. Now, I have…"
He smiled and he hugged me.
"You look just like your mother…" he said.
"Thank you…" I answered, though I was tired of the same complement over and over again.
We parted that same day.
September 16, 2037
I finally put together the pieces of a puzzle more complicated than my life… my mother's.
As I follow my dream, I couldn't help but feel like I accomplished something big, something special. That's how it always felt when we did something that made our mother proud of us… yours 'til then…
Savannah E.A.
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