"Mom Please don't leave me! You have to be strong! Please!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry baby." my mother said.
"Mom please you said you will come to my dance recital tomorrow."
"Baby promise me you will never stop dancing." my mother said in a weak voice.
"I promise." that's when I heard the heart monitor make a rigging noise.
"Dad? What's going on? Mom? Mom?
"Sweetie." my father said from, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Sweetie she's gone."
"But dad she can't! Mom!"
The memories of my mother death came back to me in a night mare. It's been eleven years since her death and I miss her more and more every day.
I was only five when she passed away. Four years later my father remarried to a woman he meet a year after my mother death. Her name. Fifi. She has a son and daughter. Their names. Gina and Jonathan. They are all fake. They are also twins.
Fifi somehow manage to wrap my father around her finger. He does everything she tells him. He says he loves her and asked me to give her a change. I tried but somehow she managed to make my life hell.
My father is a rich doctor in New York city. He used to be very sweet and always had a smile on his face. But after my mother died, everything changed.
"Aubrey! come." my mother said.
"Yes mom." I said with a smile on my face when I stood in front of her.
"Your father and I have a present for you." she smiled with her perfect white teeth.
"What it is?"
They handed me a box. I quickly unwrapped it and inside was a new pair of ballet shoes. They were so pretty. They were a shinny black.
"Maybe you can break them in before your ballet performance next weekend." said my father who was hugging my mother from behind.
"I'll try them on right now!" I said and ran to my room. Well one of my rooms. my father had given me two rooms. one to sleep in and one to dance. It had a ceiling to floor mirror on one wall and a stereo one another.
I changed my shoes and put some music on. The shoes felt perfect. I was so happy that I danced for what seemed like hours.
They would sometimes ask me to dance for them. I would make up my own dances and that would make them very happy.
She used to be a dancer When she was young and we would dance together sometimes. That would make my father so happy.
But lately I haven't seen him smile.
"Ow." I said putting my hands on my stomach.
It was a sudden pain that seem to start from my stomach to my chest. It was painful and I didn't know what to do. I was twisting and turning in my bed trying to get comfortable hoping that that would make the pain go away. The pain lasted for a long time and when it did I felt so tired that I instantly feel asleep.
That night I dreamt of my mother and father together. They were happy.
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