You look down at the old photograph of you,Wendy and the rest of your family until droplets of water began to fall down on it...tears...your tears...you begin to cry...just like you did when she died...

You look beside you to your guitar and pick it up and begin to play the song you wrote with her...when you and Wendy wrote that song together is was meant to be about your mother and two younger brothers but now it seemed to be special to her...it was her song...