She again silenced him and gestured towards the peach above them them, � The last.�
�The last what?�
�What did you think of when you saw this lonely peach?�
�I thought of my�. my mother.�
�Do you miss her?�
�Yes.�
�Have you ever regretted not being everything she wanted you to be?�
�Yes, why are you asking me these questions?�
Amelia pointed towards the weight. As Michael turned to see it, all at once it disappeared along with the rope. He blinked and turned to Amelia, who was smiling at him.
�I don�t understand.�
�You still do not see? For everything here, there is a memory. That weight was the weight of your past. Those who do not face their past cannot face their future. Not everyone gets this kind of chance Michael, but I like you. Now, look at the sky.�
Michael turned his head his head upwards. The clouds and darkness and stars dissolved and sunshine streamed into his eyes. Michael squinted then looked back at Amelia, but she had disappeared. He looked around but she was no where to be found. He sat atop the stack of books.
�Well, what do I do now?�
He looked up in the tree and saw a small bird picking at the peach. As he watched the tiny bird, he began to feel woozy but he also felt the weight of his memories fade, just as the real weight had. He saw flashbacks of his life stream before his eyes like a movie. As he leaned his head on the palm of his hand and his eyelids began to droop, he heard a voice from somewhere far away,
�To dream is to face your fears but to live is to beat them.�