As she had done every year on this date for the last eight years, Anna placed the cupcake on the picnic table in their backyard, stuck a candle in the middle of it, and lit the candle. “Happy birthday, my darling Billy,” she said and then started to sob.
Michael walked out to where Anna was sitting, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, “Why do you torture yourself like this, Anna? He’s gone.”
“He would have been nine today,” Anna said.
“I know,” Michael said, “had he survived.”
“He has survived, Michael,” Anna said, “in my heart and soul, where he’ll be forever one.”
Written for this week’s What Do You See? prompt from Sadje. Photo credit: Angéle Kemp at Unsplash.