As I stood by my mother's grave and watched the sunset, I wondered how I could ever live without her. We were as close as a mother and her daughter could be. Mama died so young; it was like she just got sick all of a sudden, and no one knew what was wrong. I remember the day we took her to the doctor like it was yesterday.
Two years ago...
"I'm sorry," the doctor said. "We've never seen anything like this. There's nothing we can do. I'm so sorry..." He kept talking but I could no longer hear him. I suddenly felt light headed. "Abeline! Are you okay? Abeline?" My aunt Delilah was shaking me, trying to wake me up. When I finally sat up, I realized I had passed out on the floor. "Abeline, you had us scared to death!" Aunt Delilah had tears streaming down her face. I looked at mama. She said nothing, but looked straight ahead, dazed and confused. "Mama?" I said, my voice shaky. I hadn't noticed that I was crying until Aunt Delilah handed me a tissue. She pulled me close to her and stroked my head like I was a little kid. "It's gonna be okay, baby. We'll all get through this, together." I knew nothing would be the same if mama died, but I listened intently to everything my aunt said. On the way home, none of us spoke. We were all so scared; the doctor's words were finally sinking in. There's nothing we can do... When we got home, I headed straight for my bedroom. I locked the door and threw myself onto the bed. I cried for the rest of the day. That night, Aunt Delilah came to check on me. "Abby? You okay in there, hon?" She spoke softly as she knocked on the door. "Unlock the door Abeline; we need to talk." I slowly got up from my bed and walked over to the door to open it. She came in and sat in the old rocking chair across the room. Mama used to sit in that chair and sing me to sleep. But that was years ago, when I was just a little girl. That was when I didn't know about death or sickness, pain or suffering. I miss those days. "Abby, you know we're all here for you. I know how much your mama's sickness has hurt you. If you need anything... I'll always be here for you. I know it must be hard, you know, since your father left. But you have to remember one thing Abeline," she looked me in the eyes. "You have to remember to stay strong. No matter what, promise?" I looked out the window. A full moon was shining through the curtains. "Abeline." She said again. I looked into her big blue eyes. "I promise."
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Where The Sun Never Sets
General FictionIt's been a few months since nineteen year-old Abeline's mother died, and she hasn't been the same since. She feels as if a trip to the house her mother grew up in will be the only way for her to get over her passing. After being told by her aunt th...
