A shiver ran down Hannah's spine as she proceeded through the old, rusty, withered gates of the cemetery and towards Anthony's grave. With the sun hidden behind gray clouds and a black sky looming, it seemed like days like this were always darker than others. As overgrown weeds brushed against her legs, Hannah approached Anthony's grave and placed a bouquet of red magnolias beneath his moss- and lichen-covered headstone. As she placed the flowers, she stood still, looking as if a terrible weight was placed on her shoulders. Whispering “Happy Birthday Anthony” into the gray sky, a single drop of pain welled up from the corner of Hannah's eyes before the knot inside her began to swallow her words. Before she knew it, she had broken down in a torrent of sobs streaming down her face; forcing her to collapse on her knees. With his head buried in his hands, his sobs grew louder with every movement of his body. Between Hannah's cries, Hannah's mom reassured her, whispering, “It's okay, Hannah. It's not your fault." With Hannah's shoulders hunched and her hands stuffed in her pockets, she sat in silence looking up at the gray sky, trying to calm herself. While his face was engulfed in pain as he stumbled to his feet, he stood silently looking at his mother with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “Stop telling me that 'everything's fine' and that 'it's not my fault,' when in reality, we both know it's my fault that he's not here,” Hannah shouted, pointing to Anthony's grave. “You thought that by creating me I would solve everyone Anthony's problems, but I created more, especially for you." Hannah's mother turned away from Hannah and took a deep breath...... middle of paper...... Into her throat, Hannah cried, “Well, obviously it wasn't like that and now I'm just a daily reminder of it.” “Sometimes I wonder if Anthony had been healthy; I wouldn't be alive,” Hannah cried to her mother with tears slowly escaping her “Hannah, I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like this,” Hannah's mother said as tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes. “I don't look at you as a reminder of disappointment to remind me how lucky I am to have a wonderful daughter like you. I may have made mistakes along the way in how I reacted, but I never stopped loving you. You may not be a coincidence, but you are a true blessing.” Listening to what her mother had to say, a crescent moon began to illuminate Hannah's face. As she approached her mother, Hannah wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly; never wanting to let her go.