One Last Ride
I remember a day that would have to be the saddest day of my life, yet somehow on this day, I felt a small part of happiness. I climbed down from the bus like any
other day, glad to stretch my legs after the long perilous bus trip home. The air felt different on that day; it felt heavy and cold, the heavens above were dark and grey. I remember the ground was damp underneath me and my shoes squashed in the dirt road. Inside the car it was warm, but still the air was heavy. Mum was sitting in the driver's seat her face was pale and her grey-blue eyes were slightly puffy and red, her eyes were glassy, but no tears fell from them.
