• The glittering mess on the floor couldn't have been more symbolic to Jean. In a matter of one instant her life flipped upside down.

    At least she didn't need a job or a place to live anymore. Money and hardship were part of her past now.

    Jean watched her sister come in with a broom to sweep up the mess. Jean knew she should be doing it, she was the one who knocked the little vase over anyway.

    Her sister had in the matter of hours went from a successful lawyer and mother with a bright future, but now she just looked like a tired, beaten young woman with the weight of the universe on her back. Most of this was her fault Jean knew, and she was paying for it. Forced to watch and unable to do anything.

    After her sister swept up the mess, Jean fallowed her out the door, out of habit from her old life, into the living room which was full of people.

    Most of Jean's family was here, all in a various state of undress, being it a hot day in July.

    But Jean only felt cold.

    They ignored her and continued to mutter amonst themselves. Jean didn't listen beacuse she knew what they was talking about, and it only made her colder.

    Her parents, looking greyer then before were huddled in the courner, gripping onto each other with blank looks on their faces.

    She stood there for an hour just watching it all, until grief for herself, and what was happening welled up inside her. But she couldn't cry.

    Finally, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to find someone that she hadn't seen in ten years standing beside her. He looked good and happy, and alot younger then she remembered.

    Jean knew she was suppose to wait for someone, it had been three days of emotional pain, and she was glad to see him.

    "Its time to go now, " her Grandfather said.
    "I know."

    She toke one last look at her family and turned away. That part of her life was over now. They would survive.

    And she could finally rest.