I got older and graduated from high school and went to college. My mother became famous for her paintings and had he art put in a museum. I got the notebook Rachel and I had shared published and it won four awards in a year. I pursued a career as an artist and ran track in college. Just like Rachel wanted I took her little sister to Prom, twice. I got married and had kids, and grandkids, and great grandkids and eventually great great grandkids and then I died at age 105 of a very natural death. Ellie lived five more years before she died. We both died happy, just like Rachel wanted. When I went to visit my grave as a soul I smiled. Just as Rachel had wanted, on my headstone, which was right next Ellie’s, was written:
Maxwell Peters
Best Father, Husband, Grampapa, and Great Grampapa anyone could ever ask for. He will always be the best, most thoughtful best friend a dying girl could wish for. He did not stab cancer victims. His dog days are over.
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סיפור קצרI will post more if I get comments and votes please comment or vote if you read this XD A young, friendless boy befriends an Irish cancer patient and her younger sister.
