"Mommy! Mommy!"
I shook my mother until my arms got tired. I started crying I don't even know why. I guess I just had a feeling. As I wiped the tears away from my pale cheeks I went over to my father thinking maybe he could wake mommy up.
It was a school day and I heard mommy's alarm go off. I just though she was sleeping like she usually does.
"Daddy?" I shook him, he awoke.
"Yes sweetheart?" He said in his soothing sweet voice that always calmed me down. "What's wrong?" I pointed at mommy. Back then I didn't notice that she was ice cold. My dad shook her violently trying to get her awake. "Marsha! Please wake up baby please!" My dad was crying that was the first time I had ever saw my dad cry and it stunned me. That even father's have to cry sometimes.
"Emily!" My dad screamed. "Get River out of here!" By that time he was balling and sobing. Hugging my mother so close to his chest. In that very moment I knew life would never be the same. I at 7 year old have lost my very mother.
Years has gone by and I haven't forgotten what it was like to lose my mother . I'm 16 , I've made a promise to not let it get to me. But I can't since it's happening again.
I woke up on a Monday morning with the sunlight shining through my window and into my eyes. From my phone I could hear "Teenagers scare the living..." I paused it and went outside of my room to find my step mom cooking pancakes.
"Where's daddy?" I'm a 12 year old at heart.
"He is sleeping dear." My step moms voice kinda
Reminded me of my mother. The way she would sing me lullabys when I would have a nightmare to take me back to sleep. "You should go wake him up." I smiled at her with a poutie lip.
"And you should let him sleep missy. He needs his rest and you know that."
Something in the back of my head Made me think something is wrong
"Could you go check on him for me?" She put a pancake and a few slices of bacon on my plate and left to go in my dads bedroom. I hope he is okay I thought.
