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ENGLAND, CAMBRIDGE YEAR 2006 | AGE 5
It was raining, the sun wasn't coming out nor will the rain ever stop. The girl look down on the paper, it was blank there was no writing on it.
"Mama, why do we get rain?" The little girl asked her mother. The woman sat down next to her daughter and laugh.
She knew her daughter was going to question everything and get into trouble more than she ever knew. The little girl rubbed her dimples, the woman heart stopped it reminded her of her fiancée who disappeared long ago.
She couldn't stop crying that day, she almost lost the only thing that kept her alive. Her child, the child of the man, she once loved.
The little girl never asked her mother about her father. Her father never existed, because she already have one.
Her mother is her father. Her mother is both parents to her. She knew her mother is strong and putting up with the pain.
"Mamá whats wrong?" The little girl asked. Her smile form into a frown and was worried for her mother. She was only a child, but she knew her mother very, well she may, be little to know everything what's going on.
The little girl overheard her mother fighting on the phone and wanted to help, with everything she got. Her green eyes what make her, her.
"Baby, don't worry about me, mama is alright." The mother said to her child. The child didn't know it was her mother last word before she left her behind at her aunt house.
The little girl cried for her mother to come back. Her messages wasn't sending from her aunt phone, she lost her only family. The little girl cried and prayed every night for her mother to turn up. No news, no nothing it's as if she have disappeared without a trace.
"Mamá, you lied to me. You said you would take me out for ice cream." The little girl screamed at the stone that was written her mother name and picture. She kicked and throw dirt on the rock.
A man patted the little girl head and smiled. "It's okay, to take your anger out, but when did the stone ever did to you? Disturbing the dead isn't going to make them come back, love." The girl scoffed and walked away, without looking back.
Everyday. She went to take her anger out. The man was there to help, her and let her mother live in peace. The man felt sorry, for the child who had no family. He wanted to help her, in anyways, but he didn't know how.
"Did you know, if you keep bothering your mother she will haunt you in your dreams." The man said looking at her. The little girl struggle it off and walked it off.
The man waited for the little girl to give her pencil and a coloring book to helped her take a breather. The girl never shown.
He waited for days, weeks, months and it turn years. She never came back, she was gone. He heard the news on the television.
She was rushing to the cemetery, but she had a fight with her aunt. She didn't want to be a prisoner, she wanted to see her mother, she refused to believe she's dead.
She's somewhere out there wishing for her daughter to come recused her from the monster who took her.
