Moving On There is almost never a resonable explanation for something. You lose so many people during your #life. But I have never lost so much at once. All because of an unexplainable mistake. It start in 1993. I met a guy. His name was Jason. I fell quickly in love with him. But he was always seeming odd. Nothing was quite right. His eyes were to commanding it seemed. It turned out he was a leader. Of Vancouvers most deadly gang. Scared I tried to get him away. To leave. He wouldn't let it happen. I soon after moved and met a new man. His name was Jacob, a well respected lawyer. He had a soft quirky side as well as a serious bissuness side. He was perfect. After a few years we married and settled down. We had a young little boy. We agreed on the name Harley Mickey Lony. I found it amazing that this could happen. Years went by. I turned 25,26,27,28,29. Harley turned 12 on my 30th birthday. That is when I lost everything. I was smiling at Harley, running with his dog, Leaper. He was grinning from ear to ear. Leaper was jumping as high as she could. I brought the cake over. "Harley, come blow out candles!" I called. He rushed over. We sang happy birthday as loud as we could. Then Harley took as big a breathe as he could manage and released all his air. He grinned as we cheered him for blowing out all the candles. I cut him his big peice. After finishing, we all sat on the couch. Leaper leaped up. I turned to Harley. " What did you wish for?" I inquired. He opened his mouth. "I wished for-" A loud crash interupted him. Then he walked in. Jason. He sneered. "Cheater, are you now Lelia Farley?" He said grimly. I winced when he used his last name for me. Then watched as he raised a gun he had at his side and shot Jacob.
