It wasn't supposed to be like this. With my back pinned against the wall and my hands above my head, tears spilling from my eyes as he took me over the edge once again.
" You're a mystery, Sarah." I sob out, my breasts bouncing from each of his thr...
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It's Saturday again.
Time passes so quickly in my room that the days speed by. But Saturdays have always been the days where I'm most excited for Mama to come into my room.
I wait on my bed eagerly while I think about all the stories Mama has told me about how her Saturdays go. Every Saturday, Mama comes into my room later than usual to sing me her good night poem, but I still always wait for her to return despite her telling me to sleep.
She says that on Saturdays, the flowers bloom the most which causes love to spread in the air.
It's the day when Mama and Papa love each other the most.
Mama tells me that she wants love to be in the air for me all the time when I get married, but with Papa and Mama's love; it's special.
While their love is special, Mama says our love is irreplaceable. She says that she is my guardian angel in life, someone who will always look after me.
Everyone has guardian angels, sometimes you can see them and sometimes you can't.
Mama is my guardian angel who keeps our love blossoming every second of the day. It makes me sad whenever she reminds me that one day she won't be with me everyday, but that she would always come back to me in the form of nature.
Like Snow White's 7 dwarfs or Princess Jasmine's Rajah and even Cinderella's mouse, Mama says she will always be by my side in those same ways.
But it's hard for me to imagine Mama as a mouse, tiger or a dwarf. That's why I sometimes think Mama is being extra silly to make me think such things.
Mama is..Mama.
How could she be anything else?
The thought of her as a mouse makes me giggle so hard I fall on my back as I hold my stomach, the bed bouncing to my giggles.
Just then, I see a light enter my room and immediately sit up to see my Mama, my guardian angel standing in the light.
The purple magic marks on Mama's body are so bright in the light for merely a second before Mama shuts the door.
Magic marks appeared where love was, I knew that's why Papa and Mama loved each other so much.
I get up and run to Mama as I hug her, observing the love on her body. Mama tilts my head up and bends down to place a kiss on my forehead, " It's just magic, malaika."
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