70 For As Long As We Live

Jane

I sat by the window of my house. It had been a year and three months, and I had let go. My babies were growing well; they were six months old, adorable and peaceful. As much as I was heartbroken, they filled my heart with a different kind of joy. Sometimes I would tell them stories about how their fathers saved me from the evil green dragon. I knew they were too little to understand what I was saying but told the stories anyway. In those moments, I was happy. James and Philip might have abandoned me on earth, but I wasn't alone. They gave me two beautiful sons I would love with all my heart, and I was grateful for it. I was staring out my window when a strong breeze hit my face. I closed the window's glass immediately and soon heard a knock on my back door. Why not my front door? There was no exit at the back. Whoever was at the back had to have passed through the front, but I did not see anyone come through. The knock was incessant, so I went to check who it was.

"Who is it," I