Simon Cowells Niece *Book 1*

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Eliza’s POV

Her room smelt like her. Her perfume that Uncle Simon got for her on, her birthday last year. The walls were still light blue. Her queen sized bed, the same. Her closet was full of clothes that she left behind. She was always forgetting things here. We would just be getting home and she would remember that she left a shirt or one of her shoes behind. Her desk was neatly organized; she had a bookshelf full of photo books. I grabbed the first one I saw. I had never seen these before, I wonder why? The book was hot pink with a white stich pattern.  I read the big fancy letters before opening the book.

Eliza Grace Williams

3/24/96

I opened the book to reveal the first page; it was a note from my mother. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

Eliza,

               If you are reading this, it’s either because you’re snooping around in my room, or I am gone. If it’s the first one… get out! If it’s the second one, just know I love you very much! You are my pride and joy! And I am so sad that I won’t get to see how beautiful you look on your wedding day! This book is full of pictures, of you, of me. It’s full of memories. All good. So use this to remember the good memories and forget about the bad. Remember all the good times we had together. I love you with all my heart. Don’t be sad, be happy. I am in a better place now.

                                                                                                    Love, Your Mother.

My tears are now a steady stream; I wipe them away and let out a small whimper. I turn to the next page after reading the note again.  The first picture was of me, my mother and… my father. They looked so happy. My mother was lying in a hospital bed, holding me. She had the biggest smile, she was looking down at me, and my father was kissing her forehead. Next to each picture my mother wrote something.  This one said…

You looked just like your father! He was so upset that you didn’t look like me. I was happy though! You were such a beautiful baby! You still are beautiful! And you always will be!

More tears decided to fall. I tried my best to hold them back, I didn’t want to get the book all wet. I turned to the next page. There was a whole section of pictures of me as a baby, all the way until I was one. There was my first birthday, alone with my first dance lesson, my first steps, my first soccer game. Any and every little moment of my life, my mom had in this book. All the way up to my sweet sixteen. That’s where it stopped. I set the book to the side and pulled out another one. This book was a light pastel pink, with light blue letters on it. It had cursive letters on the front that read.

Paige Alana Williams

I opened the book to see hundreds of pictures of my mom. Some of when she was a kid, some with Uncle Simon, dates with dad, her wedding day, being pregnant. Everything. I felt my tears start to spill again. I really have to stop crying! I need to do as my mother wanted! I need to remember the good and forget the bad! I need to move on! It is time I start being happy again!