A shiver ran down Hannah's spine as she walked through the old, rusty, withered gates of the cemetery and towards Anthony's grave. With the sun hidden behind the gray clouds and the black sky overhead, it seemed like days like this were always darker than the others. As overgrown weeds brushed against her legs, Hannah walked over to Anthony's grave and placed a bouquet of red magnolias beneath his moss- and lichen-covered headstone. While placing the flowers, she stood looking as if a terrible weight was piled on her shoulders. Whispering "Happy Birthday Anthony" into the gray sky, a single drop of pain welled from the corner of Hannah's eyes before the lump inside her began to swallow up her words. Before she knew it, she had burst into a torrent of sobs that streamed down her face; forcing her to collapse to her knees. With her head buried in her hands, her sobs grew louder with every movement of her body. Between each of Hannah's loud cries, Hannah's mother would reassure her by whispering, "It's okay, Hannah." It's not your fault. With Hannah's shoulders slumped and her hands stuffed in her pockets, she sat quietly staring at the gray sky, trying to calm herself. While her face was engulfed in grief as she stumbled to her feet, she remained silent, looking at her mother with swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Stop telling me that 'it's okay' and that 'it's not my fault', when in reality, we both know that I'm the one responsible for his absence," Hannah shouted, pointing Anthony's grave. “You thought my creation would solve all of Anthony’s problems, but instead I created more, especially for you.” Hannah's mother pulled away from Hannah and took a deep breath...... middle of paper ...... In her throat, Hannah screamed, "Well, obviously it's not the case and now I am just a daily reminder of it.” “Sometimes I wonder if Anthony was healthy; I wouldn't be alive," Hannah cried to Mom, tears slowly escaping her eyes. "Hannah, I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel this way," Hannah's mother said as tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes. "I don't look at you as a reminder of disappointment; I look at you to remind myself how lucky I am to have a daughter as wonderful as you I may have had a few mistakes along the way in my reaction, but I never stopped loving you. "You may not be a coincidence, but you are a true blessing." Listening to what her mother had to say, a crescent began to light up Hannah's face as she walked towards her mother, Hannah l. wrapped his arms around her and held her tight; I never want to let her go;.