Vyczie

Vyczie

Orlando, FL

Vyczie: My mom passed away when I was nine and from then on I lived with my dad. We moved around a lot because he was in the military. This is the first time in my life I've felt settled anywhere. I live with my grandmother now and I go to a school for the arts. Ever since I walked in, it felt like home.

BW: Do you remember what it was like when your mom died?

Vyczie: I remember being at the funeral home. I avoided the room she was in. I just ran around and drank hot chocolate or whatever. I think I was trying to avoid it.

On the day she was going to be buried they opened her casket so people could say their goodbyes. I went up and looked inside. It was her but her eyes were sunken in. I had made her like a friendship bracelet and I put it on her hand. It was so cold.  It was at that moment that I realized she was really gone.

On the way to the cemetery all I could think about was that I would never see her again if they buried her. I actually tried to get in the grave with her. I never told anybody this when I was younger but... when I got home that night the bracelet that I put in her coffin was on the table. It was just too weird. 

BW: Wow. That is weird. Do you think your mom would be proud of you?

Vyczie: My mom was an artist. When I was a little kid I would show her my art and she would never tell me the things most moms would say, "Oh that's so great!" or anything like that. She would always tell me how I could make it better and I would always go back and make the changes she told me to make... I do think she would be proud of me now. 

Kiana

Kiana