-Elizabeth *5:45*
My morning starts off as usual, that annoying alarm clock going off. Sometimes I wonder why I'm here on this earth to hear another alarm clock. I mean, there's no purpose. I wish I was a rock. Rocks do not have to worry about fitting in at school, or being popular, rocks are just free spirited, with no worries in the world.
Anyways, I had to get ready for school disguarding the fact that I wanted to die. "ELIZABETH ASHTON MENDOZA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!!! I'M LATE FOR WORK AND I WILL LEAVE WITHOUT YOU YOUNG LADY!!!!," says David. David is my step-dad, my mom died of cancer when I was just 5 years old... *FLASH BACK* (In the hospital: 2am)
"Daddy do you think mommy will be ok? She looks a wittle wed."
"She will be okay sweetheart. Why don't you go home with you aunty now, you need some sleep."
"But daddy, I wanna stay here wif mommy."
"Angie, just take Elizabeth home, she really needs some sleep."
*Angie pulls Elizabeth off the hospital bed, while Elizabeth burst into tears* *Angie puts Elizabeth into her car seat and buckles her in, and starts to drive*
"I WANT MOMMY I WANT MOMMY!!! YOU CAN'T TAKE ME AWAY FWOM HER!!"
"Everything will be okay, just rest your little eyes. I'll take you to bed," Angie says in a soothing voice.
*Phone rings*
"What do you want David!!! I'm in the car with your daughter and you CALL ME!!!! This better be important!!
-2 minutes later-
"Oh god, I am so sorry"
*Angie hangs up the phone crying*
"It's okay sweetie, we are going to get you in your warm bed right with little doggy"
"Is it mommy?"
"Mommy is okay my little love. Let's get you to bed now."
*Angie pulls in the driveway, takes Elizabeth into the car and tucks her in bed*
"I want my mommy to know I will always wove her," Elizabeth says in tears.
"Mommy's okay, we will see her soon okay?"
*Angie kisses Elizabeth on her forhead*
"I love you, and don't you ever forget that love."
Every day passed, I thought I was going to see my mother. Everyday I got told "Mommy will be home soon, don't you worry your little head." But when I was 12, reality bashed me hard on the head. Mommy. Was. Never. Coming. Home.
