kmel

June 2015 It was a windy, cold, miserable, rainy day. The weather seemed fitting, today was my grandma’s funeral. My grandma Isabel was the only family I had left. My parents had kicked me out and disowned me five years ago when I was 15. I had been with my grandmother ever since. I was absolutely heartbroken when she died. She hadn’t been sick (at least not that I had known about). She just went to sleep one night and didn’t wake up the next day. I had found her when I had come back from a

The story of a lonely young man. He has no family left but hopefully can find love.