I sat on the black leather chair and this black leather book was facing the window. The window was a perfect square. On the other side of the window was the rain. Pooring rain on her garden. I stood on the purple carpet and walked over to the perfect square. "I miss home....."

As I was walking to the perfect square, at home, my mother and brother are bawling their eyes out as my father reads the miss-spelled-note on ruled paper. He holds back his tears as he sets the note on the tiled coffee table. He opens his long meaty arms as my skinny weak mother falls in the them. My brother sits on the red rug as he reaches for the note.


I put my hand
on the
misty window.
My brother holds
the note to his
heart.
...Both says...
"Forgive me...
...Your in my heart"

"Sorry for making
you go..."
"Sorry for leaving..."
"I forgive you"
"I miss you..."
"I love you..."