My Daughter

"Mom, it's Dad's birthday."

"I don't care."

"Yes you do," Anthony insisted. "Somewhere in Leadworth he's alive and everything's just starting for him."

Melody crawled onto the bed beside her mother and began to braid her red hair. "Mom, tell us about Leadworth."

Anthony took a seat at the edge of the bed. "Yeah, tell us about Leadworth."

Amy dabbed her eyes with the edge of her bed sheet. "I remember the first time I saw it. I thought it was rubbish! I hated Leadworth. I never realized I'd miss it." She smiled in spite of herself. "We'd barely gotten the last piece of furniture moved in when the doorbell rang and when I opened it, there was Brian and Rory, come to welcome us to the neighborhood."