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pink skies.

karissa sat with her head hung on the porch of her parents house.

hunter, the kids, and morgan were in the house, surrounded by memories. pictures under refrigerator magnets, inches marked on the doorframe, fishing in the backyard, and the ring of the landline.

it was all different, now.

the house that was once filled with love and laughter, is now a close-kept memory.

anna, now 16, walks away from the family and out to the porch.

"hey kiki." she says, sitting next to karissa.

"hey honey." karissa looks over.

resting her head on her shoulder, anna starts to cry. "i miss her, so so much."

"oh, hey, hey. look at me." karissa looks at her niece. "she's better now, baby. it's okay to miss her, not a day goes by that i don't miss her. she's safe now, though. she isn't hurting."

anna sniffles, wiping her eyes. "why did it have to happen now?"

"she was ready, baby. we had to let her go. and sometimes, that happens. but, we remember them through other things. you wanna know something?"

"of course."

"when she was having a bad day, or if she was stressed, whatever it may be, she'd always find comfort in sunsets. pink skies, she'd call em. gonna go outside and watch the sun set, gonna go take pictures of the sunset. yeah, she loved the sun. that woman was a sun goddess."

"really?"

"yes, honey. sunbathing was her favorite thing."

"i love that." anna laughs, remembering her grandmother's relationship with the sun.

"why don't we go inside, see what dads doing?"

"sure."

karissa and anna walk back inside, and look around.

"they're upstairs." karissa motions towards the stairs, as anna walks over.

"yeah, jeez they're laughing."

"probably looking at some fuckass pictures of me and dad, making fun of me."

"they do that a lot."

"tell me about it." karissa rolls her eyes.

when they get upstairs, karissa knocks on the doorframe of her parents bedroom, where the noise is coming from.

"wassup?" hunter says, turning his head."we're making fun of your bitchass, karissa."

"dad no swearing." anna says, rolling her eyes.

"get in here, come on, sit." hunter says, patting the floor next to him.

anna looks around at her grandparents bedroom. cards on the vanity near the bed. pictures of a young woman in a dress and a man in a suit, framed on the wall. she recognized the pictures from your wedding, and smiled.

she sits between you and her dad, as karissa walks over and flicks her brother in the back of the head.

"damn, just like when we were 16. stop fucking doing that."

"i'll flick your hat next, asshole."

anna laughs, looking over at you. "how are you, auntie?"

"i'm okay, baby. you?"

she smiles at the special nickname. only you called her baby, and she loved it. "i'm alright, you know? i've learned a lot just today - from kiki."

"yeahhh, well she has a reputation of stealing MY advice and making it her own, so-"