"hi mom."
i kneeled in the middle of the cemetery, in front of a tomb stone that read:
sammatha marie stevens
a loving wife, mother, and daughter
you'll forever be missedi placed a bouquet of white roses next to the tomb stone.
her favorite.
"my life has changed a lot since the last time i saw you."
i took in a shaky breath and wiped my eyes.
"dad still misses you, but he's better, he doesn't secretly cry when he thinks i don't hear him anymore."
"i also still get my seizures, but i'm getting used to them more and more. but it did almost cost me my life. it's a long story. a long story that started with me giving up a lung."
a laughed a tearful one.
"you probably think i'm crazy. let's backtrack for a moment. i met a guy, his name is dallas bloom. as in dallas, texas if your wondering."
"he is a very interesting person. we started off as friends, but i'm beginning to look at him as more than a friend. oh and he asked me out on a date."
"yes, my very first date. it's tomorrow and i'm a little nervous. i wish you were here to calm my nerves. you were always good with that type of stuff."
"i guess what i'm trying to say is that i miss you. everyday and the pain of losing you never really goes away. i love you so much."
i stood up wiping the tears from my eyes.
"goodbye mom."
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...