FIFTY SEVEN

FIVE YEARS LATER

ERA'S POV

“Mommy! Mommy!” I run upstairs and trying my best not to think of any bad thing that can happen to Sophie.

She's sitting in the bathroom. “What happened?”I ask her, holding her hands.

“Can you get my Zoe in my bedroom?” A relief of sigh come out of me.

Zoe is her teddy bear. The only thing she can play with among all other toys she have. I don't think it's one of the fun thing about being a young kid. You get to choose which toy is your favorite. If it's a plastic toy. A feathery toy. It's all up to you. And it's one of my favorite thing to do for Sophie. Being able to give her the one that she likes the most. Sometimes it reminds me of my childhood and it often leads me to remember Simon. It's been five years.

Yes. Five years.

I don't how will I feel. Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get tot he point of seeing each other again. And I have come to the point of not liking myself thinking about it. It's making me sad sometimes. I do feel like I have giv