Orphan (A Jacob Perez Story) ~Finished~

Orphan - Introduction .

  Was there ever a time you’ve ever seen a death happened in front of you? I have.

   I was six years old when my mother was shot. She was someone that I looked up to, -like all six year olds- and I always adored her. She was a beautiful woman. Considering she had those pretty brown eyes with black jet hair and baby lips. She was something that men dreamed of. Her skin was dark. Yes, she was dark brown. A dark color, but I was light toned because of my father. He was a Mexican man. He had long black hair. Brown eyes. My mother had Asian eyes even though she wasn’t Asian. It was something she was blessed with.

 

 

  I got those from my mother, along with her pink full lips and long hair. I gotten my skin tone and smile from my father. I got his eyes color but mom eyes shape. I got my mother’s figure. She was thick for early 40 year old lady. In fact, she seemed more of 20 than in her early 40’s.

 

 

   It was Sunday, we were on our way to church. Dad wasn’t able to make it. He had to work that day. My father was a hardworking man. I had on the dress that Mom always loved. It was the lavender sun dress that had flowers all over it. I remember her always telling me “Dressing like a lady, makes your beautiful like one. Just like your moma.” And she’d smile at me with those pearly whites of hers.

 

 

     We lived in a blue house that was by the park. It even had a farm in the back of it, my father was an farmer also. He sold all type of animals to people, milk from cows and goats, and wheat he grew. I loved my Daddy.

 

 

  Mother grabbed my hand and smiled. We walked to the bus stop which was two blocks away. I was full from the morning breakfast mother cooked. It was ham from the pig, chopped up hash brown potatoes that Daddy grew, and pancakes. The milk was cold and sweet as if Daddy had milked the cow and cleaned it then put in the freezer to let it freeze overnight.

 

 

   As we walked in front of the bus station, the bus pulled up. Daddy looked at me and smiled. “Now, look baby girl, I just want you to know that I will be standing right here when you get back. Okay?” I nodded at me. “Good. Daddy loves you.” He picks me up and sat me on the stair of the bus. I kissed him on the cheek and let him kiss me back on the forehead. I grabbed Moma’s hand and walked with her to the back of the bus. I played with my pretty doll that was named Sally. She had pretty blonde hair with carmel toned skin. She had on a blue farm girl dress and white sandie shoes.

 

 

      I played with my doll and sat down by the window. I looked at Daddy and waved at him. He smiled and waved back then walked away from the bus. I looked up at Mom and smiled. She smiled back at me.

 

 

   A man with a blue shirt and dirty ripped jeans ran up on the bus. He looked like he was nervous and scared. “Hey, you, want some candy?” He asked me. I shook my head and gripped mother’s hand.

 

 

   “No she doesn’t.” My mother says. Her voice was firce. The man glared at my mother.