“Aunt Helee,” Kelley whispered to the frail woman lying in the dark room. “Aunt Helee?”
Kelley felt her stomach drop.
No, no! she thought. Today cannot be the day! I’m not ready for this.
She rushed to her aunt’s bedside. “Aunt Helee!” she shouted.
Her aunt’s eyes didn’t budge. Kelley felt the sting of tears forming in her eyes. She laid her head down on the bed and started to cry.
“Goodness, child,” her aunt said. “Can’t I take a nap without you thinking I’m dead? You interrupted a good dream! Me and a young Clint Eastwood were walking on the beach.”
Kelley breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Sorry, Aunt Helee,” she said, smiling. She wiped her tears away.
“What do you need, sweetie?” her aunt asked.
“I just came to see if you wanted some tea,” Kelley said.
“Sure,” her aunt replied.
Kelley kissed her aunt’s forehead and went to the kitchen. Her hands were still shaking from the fear of thinking her aunt may be gone. Kelley knew it wouldn’t be long now. She was trying so hard to be brave, but it was difficult. When Aunt Helee died, she knew she would no longer have any family left.
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