It's crazy how everything can change in an instant. The first few months after my dad died, Vincent still had school, so it was easy to avoid him. But after his graduation, it became nearly impossible not to stare into the same exact eyes as my deceased father. Vincent was often called our dad's twin son. It wasn't Vincent's fault, but it still didn't make things any easier.
The months flew by at the Howard Casey Charter School for the Arts. I always came home right after school. It was hard to make friends. No one ever knew what to say, so I listened to the same song on repeat. Save The World by Swedish House Mafia. Vincent faced the odds and grew up before my sad eyes. I watched him stress over finances and food, but he was too prideful to accept any help from me, insisting that I focus on school. But the house would save all of our problems.
I remember hating that house at first. I saw it as the evil villain that swallowed my dad alive. I often had nightmares about being its next victim, but there in the back yard waiting as if for the right set of hands, sat a garden. It was small by anyone’s judgment, but its fruit gave us sustenance and more importantly it gave us hope...
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