The waters layed silent and the sky glowed with the brightly lit stars. I sat there imagining how my life would be to live here. To come out and see this setting every night. But this was only a trip and tomorrow I would be leaving. I didn’t come here alone though, more of a family trip, only me, dad, and my little brother Luis.

Dad had let me and Luis pick the vacation. We scrolled and scrolled on millions of websites until we came across this place on a Japanese link. Luis had picked it because it reminded him of the trips we would take when mom was still alive. I chose this place because of the memories that had once layed here.

Luis was too young to remember anything that had once been here. Mom used to take me here once every year before Luis was born. Just me and her. I would tell her everything. And she would tell me everything. Back then before she had passed, her and dad divorced, so they had joint custody over me.

A couple of years later after the divorce, mom had Luis with a guy she met at the local coffee shop. She named him after the guy, I thought that was insane. After a few months of giving birth to Luis, she was hit by an eighteen wheeler, and sadly didn’t survive. Dad was shocked to hear that Luis and I would have chosen then place, after the memories that were still here after all of those years.

A few seconds of admiring the sky went by, then I stood up and went inside. I had to pack if we were leaving early in the morning. I didn’t have much to pack, only my clothes and maybe a few shells that I found near the shoreline of the beach. My window flew open, and the moon was in perfect view of my room. I stopped packing and walked over to the window.

My mom was talking to me through the stars. The sunset had her presence. The clouds a perfect shape. And the air the perfect smell of her hair. I sat down on my bed and hugged the teddy bear she had given me the third time I had come here with her. I truly missed her.