Slowly, life goes on, and one night I open my bedroom window and the frogs and the birds are singing their beautiful songs, and the stream is dancing along to them. I realize that even though I am still sad I am also happy again. I can almost hear Zaidy singing along with the frogs. I think of all the people that are not here anymore; my father, my brother, my Zaidy—and I wonder why I am the one to be found right here, listening to the world sing its sweet song. Even though I have no answers—and sometimes the sadness in my heart feels like it will pull me down and bury me—I still feel a
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