It was late December. It was hours before my mother had died, Inside the crown mansion all i did was hear the workers around me talk about my mother. My father had loved my mother and I think he still does to this day. Every night that passes he would make sure that he was next to her bed and not occupied with the company. That's one of the downsides to my family. He was always busy with something to do with the company. But when my mom was dying, all He did was sit next to her and hold her hand. as if nothing else in the world mattered but her. not even I could get him out of her room. Not that I dared to try. I remember walking into her room to give her the brownie that I stole from the kitchen. She's going to Love what I brought for her this time! I thought to myself. "what have you brought for me today my dear." my mother asked curious of what I was holding. I approached her bed with the brownie on a napkin. My father was beside me sitting in a chair. I looked over at him first an he gave me a nod approval. I looked back at my mother. "I brought you one of the brownies we had in the kitchen!" I said as I watched her take it out of my hands. Her hand brushed over mine when she took it. Her hands were soft and felt cold and fragile. She sat up from her bed and said " thank you Sweetie" as she smiled pulling the brownie up to her mouth and sinking her teeth into the Brown treat. I closed my eyes and smiled showing my teeth. But when I opened my eyes I saw it. The sight of my mother drifting into a deep slumber that she would never wake up from. The heart monitor went to a dead line and she dropped the brownie onto the floor. I remember it felt like it happened in slow motion. The brownie touched the floor and broke apart into tiny little chocolaty peices and scattered across the Floor. Little did I know at the young age of 6 that the end of my happy family was when that brownie touched the floor. Soon my family's passion and fun would all be smashed into pieces just like the brownie.
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The Scars That I Bare
RomansaIts nice to take a walk on the side of the stream. Or to smell the fresh flowers of the neighbors garden. Or to feel the wet grass from the morning dew on your bare feet. But theirs one flaw. All of those I can't do. One would see that I live in a H...
