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There are times in our lives when we lose someone, along with a part of ourselves… or so I thought. I remember sitting down in the funeral parlor. My whole family was there. My uncle was at the podium, trying his best to read a heartfelt and meticulously written eulogy through teary eyes and a cracking voice. I don’t remember what he said, but I remember what I thought in response, and at that moment, I found a piece of myself that I thought I had lost forever. Lisa, her sister Chrissy, and her brother Tommy, were fostered and adopted by my Aunt Linda and Uncle Mike. My aunt and uncle received the trio in 2004. Lisa was practical

His face is black with soot. Demonic eyes match the surrounding debris in such a way that when looked into, they hint to nothing more than an endless, soulless abyss. He is coming for me now. He knows what was done and is coming for his rightful vengeance. My feet take off as if they are trying to outpace my accelerating heartbeat. My eyes grow wild, ablaze and burning with a fearful fire whose flames are dancing around a pot that if heated enough will surely cause the water inside to boil over and squelch their flame. He will find me, there is no doubt. In pursuit, he brandishes a thirsty axe. It glimmers, naked steel, wishing to be clothed