I walked inside with a smile on my face, excited about the big day today. My mother held my hand as the woman, Sophia, led us to the living room.....my heart racing a mile a minute.
"Rocky.....she's here!" Sophia called. A couple of seconds later, Moroccan ran in and hugged my legs.....the same little boy who had been everything to me for the past few months. Sophia would bring him and we'd meet at the park, or at the ice cream parlor, or sometimes the beach.
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"Hi, Mama...." he said, his eyes glossy and his face red.
"Hey, bud.....what's wrong?"
"What you mean?"
"You've been crying.....what is it? Are you gonna miss Sophia?" I questioned.
"Yeah, but that's not why I'm upset." he sighed.
"Then what's wrong?"
"I don't wanna leave Roe Roe....." he cried.
"Roe Roe? Who is that?" my mom asked him, but he didn't respond.
"Rocky, who is Roe Roe?" I asked him. Moroccan grabbed my other hand and pulled me, so I let go of my mother's hand and allowed Moroccan to lead me to wherever he wanted me to go. He opened the door to a bedroom and let go of my hand, then he knocked on a trunk at the foot of the bed.
"Roe Roe, it's Rocky." he softly said. The trunk lifted and a little girl popped out of it, a little girl just as beautiful as ever.
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"Rocky, I don't want you to go...." the little girl whined. She completely turned around so that I got a really good look at her, and I noticed that she resembled Moroccan. That wasn't the only thing, though; she resembled Mariah too.....in fact, she looked exactly like Mariah. I remember when I first met Moroccan, I was drawn to him because he reminded me of Mariah.....it had been just over 10 years since her death, and she still remained in my heart. I never dated anybody after Mariah.....I just never had the desire for a relationship or anything sexual after I lost her.
"I don't want to leave you, either." Moroccan sadly said to her.
"Mama? Can Roe Roe come too?" he continued, then speaking to me. I was still staring at the little girl, completely in shock at just how much like Mariah she was......then I noticed the necklace she was wearing. It was half of a heart, with my initial, 'S', on it....exactly like the one I had given Mariah the day before she disappeared.
