A Glance at Fate

Prologue

She remembered it like it was yesterday. The weather outside was cloudy and she could feel the oncoming of rain; the smell of it so clear and full, grass already damp on this cold morning. She had no tears to cry on this day. They'd already come out, hard, so many other times. And it wasn't like she hadn't been prepared for this either. Nor had her family been unprepared. They were quite the opposite.

Samantha had stared at the casket as it was being lowered into the earth. That casket held her mother inside, taking with it, everything. Not that a casket can take personality or looks or anything. But it was the fact that it held something so dear to her. And by the looks of her father and older brother of two years, neither of them could cry either. It seemed that they shared the same personality when it came to dealing with the death of a loved one.

She couldn't hear as the bishop stated a few words to the small group surrounding the little grave. She couldn't hear when there was a musical number of the song her mother loved best. And she couldn't hear when the whole ordeal was over with. All she could do was stare at the dirt, holding her mother's body captive. Memories were escaping her brain and it was hard to think of anything but how she would never see her mother again.

Two months prior, her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. It seemed that it had been spread farther then they thought and they didn't have time to catch it. So for the last two months she had watched her mother grow weak and unable to move; suffering great amounts of pain. It had been hard to watch, and so in a way she was grateful that her mother's pain was gone. But she had lost her mother in return. It seemed that fate hated her.

And the next thing she remembered happening was noticing that she was completely alone. No one was near her. She hadn't been worried though for her family lived about two blocks down the street from the graveyard. The funeral day was the day she had first stepped onto the grave and since that time, she'd go whenever she could, looking at the stone that had beautifully carved letter's forming her mother's name written on it. But no matter how much she tried, the funeral day was the day she lost her tears.