I woke up to the chill of the morning air stinging my face. My head throbbed and my left arm felt numb. Not even the crisp white snow could bring up my spirits.
I stepped into my red slippers and walked to the window, trying to ignore the sound of my baby sister crying.
I moved my eyes over to the window to look at the same view that I see every day. Pine trees lined the property that my house sat on. My family owns a few of the tallest trees in our town. Our house has been passed down from generation to generation and with new remodels almost every 3 years, we've managed- I mean my parents have managed to keep this house from breaking. My mom says that it has to always stay in our family.
"Honey, are you done getting dressed? Your breakfast will get cold."
My tall blonde haired mother exits the room, leaving nothing but an echo of the click of her heels.
"Leaving for work," my mother yells. It must be 7:30. That is the time my mom leaves. I stand at the window as she exits through the front door and walks down the steps of our porch.
This day is going to be just like any other day. I can feel it. My heart is stinging more and more the farther my mother backs out of the driveway. She didn't remember. Nobody remembered. Because I'm not important to anyone. With three other siblings, sometimes my parents even forget to drive me to school. They forget to help me with homework or taking care of the garden. But I never thought that they would forget a day like this.
