A dear old friend of mine died. Not a friend, but my mother. She was my best friend. She listened to my problems, carried me to bed when i was too tired. Even cupped my chin in her hands and whispered 'its ok.'. I just couldn't believe she was gone. Today marked a year after she died. Today, i went to her grave and sat near it. Tears streaming down my face, i sang our favorite song, Amazing Grace. No other song could compare to it now. I was told that i had a phenomenal voice. I sang the last verse before i broke down. "Are you ok?" someone said. I looked up, eyes blurry. A pale face gentleman stood over me with green eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. I sniffed. "Yeah. This is my mother. I'm just upset." i said. He nodded solemnly. "My father died here, too." he said. I also realized that he had a British accent. He intrigued me. "I'm Vanessa." i said, figuring i should make his company. He grinned affectionately at me. "Benton." he said. TO BE CONTINUED. . .