" Look up at the sky my love. Do you see the stars? "
" Yes Momma. "
" Good. Just remember this, when I leave you, I shall be there to look down at you, with Papa. "
" OK. "
" Happy birthday my love. "
I remember our last conversation clearly, even though it was almost 10 years ago. I was six at the time of the conversation, but the next day was my birthday. And the day of the accident. We had never been rich, so when Momma announced that I was to have a cake, I was shocked. She had been scavenging money for months for this special treat. We had been homeless for so long, that it seemed normal to me. I didn't know that this was not what every child did. I think it was my mother. She cast a ray of sunshine wherever she went. I thought of it as an adventure, not a misfortune by any means.
I'm thinking of you Momma. Can you tell?
YOU ARE READING
Make a Wish
RandomA mysterious star. An ominous warning. A friend vanished without a trace. All with imminent death looming.
