“Jasey Maria, sing me the song of your choice. Oh baby, I just want to hear your voice. You know my heart will be out of tune, until I’ve played it just for you. I’m not letting go of you, my love. Please don’t leave me here tonight, Jasey Maria,” I fell to my knees bawling my eyes out in front of the casket praying for Jasey to come back.  Bill came rushing behind me and patted my shoulder to help me recover but I threw his hand off of me in distain. I got up with my hands holding my face and struggled to get back to my seat without tripping over my feet.

          Once the speeches started my focus became set on the past. My comprehension of what was going on around me was of no matter. All I could see in my head was the first day I met Jasey in first grade.

           “Do you like stars?” A little girl with short blonde hair approached me as I was swinging alone on the swing set.

           “They’re cool,” I shrugged, trying to act like a big kid.

            “If you see one fall from the sky and make a wish, it’ll come true!” She insisted with wide eyes of passion. My mind soared into the possibilities of wishes I could make. I could wish for a dog, or a fish, or Simba from The Lion King!

            “Whoa,” I was amazed, smiling with excitement. The girl nodded her head in acceptance to my reaction. She looked me over twice and finally stood up straight.

            “I’m Agnus,” She said with a big smile. Two little dots formed above each end of her grin and I flipped with excitement.

            “I get those dots too!” I said, jilting my hand out to point to her face. She giggled a bit and put her hand out to shake.

             “I’m Kiersten,” I shook her hand with a firm grip and let go. Mother always said to impress somebody with a firm handshake.

             “What do you think about The Lion King?” Agnus asked suddenly. My smile spread across my face from ear to ear as I instantly became aware that we were going to be friends for quite a while.

               I shook the flash back out of my head and tried to regain focus on the ceremony. Jasey’s aunt was making a speech about her niece that she had met just twice. I took a breath and closed my eyes to try and take in all the words being said, but instead another memory expanded in my mind.

                “Third grade stinks,” Agnus kicked a rock on the black top in frustration. I looked at her as she grimaced through her thoughts. When she thought of words to say she turned and looked at me with hesitation.

               “I like it! We get to water the plants this year,” I spoke enthusiastically, trying to fill in the gap of her speech. All around our elementary school were orchids that had to be watered every other week. The third graders were assigned the job to water them.

                “It still sticks.” She insisted angrily, slumping to the ground. I sat down beside her and tugged at my overalls. I smelled under my arms to make sure she wasn’t talking about me.

                “But why?” I asked confused.

                “I’ve lost everything!” She spat out in a ranting tone. I nodded my head in agreement.

                “Yeah, I lost my lunch money once. And a button, and the frog I put in my overalls.” I stated to give a reason to her point.

                 “At least you still have a daddy.” She turned red in the face as her eyes started to swell. My face went blank, not completely understanding what she meant. It wasn’t till my mom sat down and talked to me that I realized her father had left them without a word.

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