I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped outside of the van then I went to the backseat to get Naomi. I didn't know why I was here or what I was doing, I didn't even know if the door was locked or if there was anything left in the house but I had decided to try. "Come on Mommy!" Naomi shouted as she broke free from the holds of her car seat and jumped down from the seat. "Come on!" She ran up the steps and turned the door knob. Naomi tore inside the open door. I took a deep breath and followed her into the unknown.
The house looked very similar to when I last saw it, that fateful day, that fateful party… The furniture was all in place, the pictures still on the wall, the only difference was that everything was covered in a thick layer of dust; they hadn't even bothered to put a white sheet over it all. I stood there for a minute letting the memories, and the pain that went along with them, wash over me.
I was taken out of my trance by a voice calling "Mommy! Look at the piano!" followed by the banging of the out of tune keys. I let the silent tears roll down my cheeks as the followed the voice of my little girl. She was sitting on the bench next to the big, black grand piano. His Piano. She was giggling as she ran her fingers from side of the piano to the other, high notes to low. I couldn't stop from remembering when he playing my lullaby on that same piano. I still remembered the comforting tune, but as time went by I forgot even more of it, forgot more of his face, forgot more of his voice. You're human- your memory is no more than a sieve.
Naomi stopped playing and looked at me with her big brown eyes, "Mommy why you crying?" She asked innocently. I tried to cover it up but before I could she scooted of the bench and ran over to me. "Mommys aren't supposed to cry," she said as she wiped my tears away. Naomi looked at me for a second then ran back to the piano and began to play. I closed my eyes and listened.