BOTB--This is Not the End

Here's my submission for this challenge. I did an epilogue for The Giver my Lois Lowry.
       
        It had been ten years.
To Jonas, it was funny, really, how in the community ten years if his life had passed without meaning, without any thought about what might exist outside the life he led. Every day flew by without any significance, until he had met the Giver.
When the sled had stopped, and he'd arrived at the place of the singing--a cabin deep in the woods--Jonas had stood, took a wailing Gabriel into his arms, and stumbled up the steps to the cottage. He had knocked, and the people inside had answered, and let him in.
The recovery had been long. Both he and Gabriel had been starved, dehydrated, and sick. The people who owned the cabin had let them stay as long as they wanted. Slowly, Jonas had gained back strength. Gabriel almost didn't make it. He had been malnourished when he arrived at he cabin, and the night after, he had contracted a fever. For weeks, he had barely been alive. Jonas hadn't had the strength to give him memories to help. But thankfully, Gabriel had survived.
Now Jonas was better. He had learned how to live outside the community. It was different, having to work for food, being able to choose your own job. It was different, getting to choose what to learn it school. But Jonas had learned.
When he had been well enough, the cabin family asked him who his parents were, and where his family was. Jonas didn't have the heart to tell them of the place he had escaped. He lied and told them his family was dead. He also told them Gabriel was his little brother.
The cabin family had offered to let him live with them. They enrolled him in school. The mother took care of Gabriel. Jonas had graduated--another new thing--and gotten a job as an instructor of the twelves, or as the other people called it, a seventh grade teacher.
Jonas got married. It was odd, not having to apply for a spouse, but instead getting to choose who he wanted to be with. His wife, Abby, had met him at the small college he attended. She was the only one, besides Gabriel, who knew the truth about where Jonas was from. When Jonas told her, she was shocked. "How horrible," was all she could say.
        Now they had two children. One was a cheery female named Fiona. One was a mischievous make named Asher. Then there was Gabriel.
Gabriel was eleven. Almost twelve. He was a happy male, with many friends. He was a fast runner and skilled at math. Jonas treated him like a brother, though he was several years younger. They were best friends.
        Jonas often thought back to when he was eleven, almost twelve, like Gabe was now. He remembered telling his family at the evening sharing-of-feelings that he was 'apprehensive' about getting an assignment. Every night, when he and Abby tucked Gabriel into bed, with Asher and Fiona asleep in the next rooms, he thought of how grateful he was to be able to choose, to feel, to be free from the binds the community gave. He thought of how safe the community had always seemed, yet how terrible it had been. He wondered about his friends, Asher and Fiona, and the Giver, and his family unit. He wondered if the memories had escaped, if everyone had them now.
Jonas was happy. Gabriel was happy. He lived a life of love, choice, and freedom. Nothing could be better.
        The Giver had given him a great gift indeed.