30 day writing Challenge

Day 8: Something that is valuable to someone and why

I held the journal tightly to my chest. My eyes were heavy with tears. Soon enough the salty water started to run down my cheeks.

I glanced down at the journal in my hands. It was an art journal filled with drawing and collages that I have made. It was a present from my mother when I was 9 years old. I still hadn't finished it after 8 years but I was getting close. 20 pages or so.

I pressed the journal back into my chest and looked back up. I wanted to go back home but I found it hard to move. It was my mother. Her grave. She died a week ago in a head on collision. Killed instantly. I already missed her.

"I'll finally finish this book. For you." I whispered. 

"I love you mom." I said as I turned and walked out of the cemetery.