The Year We Ended the World
by sixpenceee user Harlequinade
I wiped away a tear again as I stared at a picture of my parents, my grandma, my sister, and me. We were all having such a good time on that day. December 12th, 2016. We were celebrating my 20th birthday. We had decided to go to the movies, then out to eat, and then bowling because we didn’t want the night to end just yet. That was definitely one of my funnest birthdays, and one of the last happy memories I have. Now a year later, and they’re all gone. I never imagined I’d be spending my birthday without them, or any day really.