𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢// l. ackerman

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       .....and all the memories of her....

                             ᴍᴏᴍ?

                        ʏᴇs,ʜᴏɴᴇʏ?

"sweetie we have to go! are you ready?"

"yup, coming!"

"i'm waiting in the car!"

"okay."

"look mom! a puppy."

"well isn't it just adorable."

"can we keep him! pleeeaaasee!"

"no i'm sorry honey. i don't think that's how it goes. it already has a home."

"goodbye puppy."

"whatcha painting"

she chuckled

"a new piece for the gallery."

"o wow, that's really pretty. i like it."

"awh thanks sweetie. i'm glad."

"what are those?"

"oranges."

"oh, well can i get one."

"sure thing."

"new books already."

"well yeah, i like to read."

"ewwww, mommy's weird."

we both laughed

"don't say that."

she kissed my forhead.

"this is you and dad?"

"yes, when we were a bit younger."

"you're really pretty."

"this is really nice. thanks mom."

"no problem honey. but promise me one thing."

"yes?"

"promise me to always stay strong and grow up into a good person. don't regret your decisions. never."

"of course mom."

....that was a week before she left....