Breakfast

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When did you start to notice her... change?

•Eyebrows furrow while trying to remember and throat is cleared.•

"Uhhh... Perhaps about three or four months ago. One Saturday morning, she got up at around nine, and waltz down the stairs with a huge grin on her face."

•Smile sadly and pat eye with tissue.•

"She sat down at the table and peered up at me with those big, deep brown eyes of hers. Looking back, those eyes had usually been filled with sadness but that fine morning, they were shining so brightly. She said, 'What's for breakfast, mother?' as though this is what she did every morning."

•Hand flies up to chest at the memory.•

"Both me and Stella stared at her with our jaws nearly touching the ground. Once I finally got around to closing my mouth, I told her I could make her eggs, toast, waffles. Anything she wanted. Then I pointed out there was cereal in the pantry. Her button little nose crinkled in disgust. She then pranced over to the fridge and got out a cucumber. She got it out and sliced it into thin slices and sprinkled them with salt."

•Voice cracks.•

"She said that's the correct way to eat cucumbers. She was everything to me, her father died when she as younger and her sister is older, so Zoella's my little baby."


Were you happy about her attitude that particular morning?


"Yes."

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 16, 2018 ⏰

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