Sheena Marie

The Secrets We Keep

I know we all have good days and bad days. The worse day of my life came so suddenly, but I remember it so vividly. It was a beautiful sunny day. I was sitting in the park on a bench facing the street. I can see the cars take their turn at the stoplight. I can hear the children playing in the background—the birds chirping in the tree next to me. The dogs barking, people living. It was a wonderful day—the sun glimmering across my face. I can feel the warmth of the sun warming my bones. It was mid-April, spring bursting to be heard. After such a cold winter, I welcome the sun warming my body. I sat on the bench with my sundress and sandals, smiling, feeling content—pure happiness. Life is good, I thought.