It's All a Lie

Ch. 13

Backstory
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9 Years Ago

I was 5 years old. I lived in Nevada near the border of Utah. I lived in a blue one story house with my mother, father, and dog Moon (named after the small white dot on her head that looked like the moon).

My mom worked as a police officer so I was always taught what was right from wrong and to always help people in need. My dad ran his family's diner, Sweet Bite Diner. While I was a second grader at Green Leaves Elementary. I was smart even when I was younger, I skipped 3 years of school and still got A's in all my classes. My hair was the same color as my mom's, light brown, but I have the same colored light blue eyes as my father. My mother was drop dead gorgeous, as my father would call her.

Her wavy, light brown hair with blond streaks mixed into it and her emerald eyes that would have men staring at for hours would have everyone lined up trying to get her to become their partner. But she always refused saying they weren't good enough for her till she met my father. She told me he was staring at her eyes and ran into the trash can, garage flying all over him. She laughed and went to go and help him.

She said he wasn't affected by her beauty and just talked to her casually. She always talked about his blond hair and his blue eyes that always made her want to go see the ocean and she also talked about how he was the clumsiest person in the world. During the time he proposed to her, while trying to put the ring on her finger he dropped it onto the lake and then dived in. After an hour he found it covered in seaweed, but that didn't stop my mom from placing it on her finger.

It was December when it happened. I remember making Christmas cookies with my father. He was trying out a new recipe he made (the first recipe he has ever made) and was going to sell it in the diner. In the end those things (you couldn't even call them cookies) were disgusting. They were green, mushy, and oozed out liquid. My father was trying to make a healthy cookie, mixing the cookie dough with green beans, spinach, and bananas.

I remember when my mom got home and tried one.

I was sitting at the table doing my homework and I saw my mom spit it out over the sink. She took the rest of the cookies and threw them all away, then she washed her hands.

She walked over to me and asked, "What was your father thinking while making those things? Do you know what is in those things Esma?"

In the end I decided not to tell her, thinking maybe she would go chasing my father around the house again. I also remembered the Christmas lights my father put up around my house. At one point he had dropped the lights and was trying to get them but fell off the roof in the process. He landed on his back and I had to get mom who then took us all to the ER. On the way there mom told me to cover my ears and then sweared at him the whole way there. Telling him he should have just asked her to help him and how their 5 year old is more mature than him.

I was still young so I can't remember a lot of things we all did together but I still remember that night better than anyone. The night my parents died. It was around 2am in the morning. I woke up thanks to Moon's (my dog) howling and the sound of something falling.

I slowly walked out of my room with Moon in my hands and my eyes started to water. Smoke filled my house. I was coughing and I couldn't see that well but I still ran all the way to my parent's room where I saw them. My mother and father were under the roof of our house with flames eating it away.

My mother was still asleep so I asked my father to wake her up so we could get out of here, but he just looked at me and while smiling said, "Your mother is sleeping peacefully just like I will in a few minutes. Come here Esma I have an early Christmas present for you."