Letter ( A Chresanto August Story)

Coming home from college was surprising , my dad had gotten sick so I needed to help him out for awhile. But nobody cared what I thought about coming home to a town where I left all my memories , ex's... family ,friends and everything. I tried explaining why I was leaving and what was happening but it happened all too fast.After mama died I couldn't bare staying there so after high school I was heading to pursue my dreams as a dancer at The Academy of New York.Im happy with my life .. I threw my bags in the taxi cab and got in. I thought about these letters I've been getting lately , pretty mysterious. I don't even know who they are from. They always say from your memory but I have so many memories I think about. Mama , Dad and Chres.. Chres is gone like mama. He died in a accident by a drunk driver , it was so depressing I didn't even go so I stayed at home under my sheets and sobbed around all week. I really don't say much about him even though he was my only friend ... Life continues on and heading back to New Orleans is different...