intricate.

part one

    it started when I was seven, I remember looking at him like all the superheroes combined and her like all the Disney princesses all mushed together.
  I remember her hand holding the phone, she always had these long, tan beautiful fingers. they were shaking as the phone slipped from her beautiful fingers. 
   I remember her tears and till today I don't understand how someone could cry that beautifully, like a painting. the tears rolled down like see through pearls slowly flowing down her cheeks.
    I remember my father holding her at night and telling her that he could be strong enough for the both of them.
   I remember the visits to the hospital, my sisters and I would all hold hands on the ride there.
   I remember my father saying I was too young to understand as he held my hand.
   I remember my mothers funeral, I didn't think that Disney princesses could die. I didn't think that superheroes could cry, but he did.