Johnson's Mansion

1 year later.

As I sat in my room, surrounded by empty bottles of liquor, I couldn't help but feel like I was drowning. Drowning in my own misery and sorrow. It had been a year since my baby Dallas died and I still couldn't shake off the pain.

My father's voice broke through my thoughts, “Please daughter, stop drowning yourself in liquor. Fix yourself please. You can't mourn forever because of your son's loss.“

His words were like a slap to my face, awakening me from my numbness.

“You don't know how I feel, Dad. You don't have the right to say that!” I cried, my voice filled with emotion.

My father sat beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “I may not know exactly how you feel, but I do know that Baby Dallas wouldn't want to see you like this. He would want you to be strong for your other son.”

"M..Marco?"I stammered when I remembered him.

My father's eyes softened as he spoke again, “You still have Marco. Remember? He needs his mother now more than ever.”

It was like a light bul