Sherry had always been so high and mighty, never speaking to me in such a softly manner. If Tania were still alive, maybe I would have considered giving her a chance. But Tania was gone, she was never to return.
She had been so sweet, always longing for Sherry's approval. Even the card from one of Sherry's discarded makeup sets was a treasure to Tania, something she cherished as a 'gift' from her mother.
I retorted, "No! Just sign the papers and be quick about it." This house was tainted. I needed to take Tania somewhere clean.
I turned and left the bathroom, heading to pack our things, mine and Tania's. But when I pushed open the door to Tania's bedroom, the sight stopped me dead in my tracks.
Tania had loved dolls, loved her toys, loved her beautiful Elsa princesses. When she passed, she was all alone. I was afraid she'd be lonely, so I didn't bury her in the cold, sterile cemetery.
Just like when she was alive, I moved all her dolls and toys into this room. In the middle of them, nestled together, was a crystal box that held her ashes. It made me feel like she was still alive, like I could still be with her every day.