Chapter 1- Life Goes On

I love the rain. It calms me, it hides my tears, and drowns my worries. It all started when I was 11 years old, I was a normal kid to say the least. I was out playing in my tree house when an ambulance showed up at my house. I jumped from the tree and raced to the house, and through the door. I knew it was my mother.

She had been sick for about a month and grew worse every day. I threw open her door and raced to her bed side only to see a tear run down her face as she took her last breath. A tear rolled down my cheek and I screamed as I flew out of the house. I cried for hours but all that time it had been raining, crying for the loss of my mother. From then on I knew the rain would never leave me, ever, like so many others before.