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''Avi. Avrille.'' I looked up startled but thankful. If she hadn't broken through my painful thoughts I would have cried. And I hated crying Because it shows how weak I am.
''Avrille, it's time to--honey look at me. . .'' I broke in before she could finish talking, because I knew, that once I looked at her tear-stained face I wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. ''Um. . .Grandma, I think I'm going to walk home.''
''But---'' she started.
''I need some time okay? I just need to think about what's going to happen now.'' And before she could protest I walked off.
I didn't really know where I was walking to and I probably should have turned back. Because once I left my grandmother I started crying. Crying because I would never see my mother again. Crying because I woud never talk to her again. My tears blurred and I couldn't see anymore. So I went home one last time. I could hear my grandmother upstairs crying. But I didn't go to her. Instead, I went to my mother's garden. Her favorite place in the universe. I felt unstable as I was walking past all the flowers she planted when I was younger. So I sat down on the bench near the little pond at the heart of the garden. I tried drying my tears, but I was still crying, silently.
Something at the edge of my eyesight caught my eye and I turned, dreading what I knew I would see. But I couldn't stop myself. I gasped, but I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. As I stared at the dead flower I broke down with fresh new tears. My mother died, and just like her, her plants are dying too.