I did sona€™t think it is within the 1 / 2 vacant bin of peppermint Tic Tacs that had been in glove compartment of my personal mothera€™s automobile on the day she died or in the fringed moccasins that nevertheless stunk specifically of my personal mothera€™s size six legs an entire 12 months later. I didna€™t find it in her unfashionably huge checking spectacles or perhaps the grey porcelain pony which had seated throughout the rack near their bed. I did sona€™t believe it is in her own pen from the lender together with the real hundred-dollar statement shredded up inside or perhaps in the butter dish using white marble ball in its leading or perhaps in any one of the t-shirts shea€™d sewn for by herself and myself.

And I didna€™t believe it is when it comes to those rocks either, regardless of my expectations on that unfortunate day

a€?It will never be fine,a€?