The sound and smell of simmering bacon filled the air as the dawn's light filtered through a window and warmed the kitchen with the heat of the stove. A round wooden table was placed in front of the window with a young girl sitting in a matching seat, swinging her legs as she waited to be fed. The girl's mother was in the near by kitchen, which was only a few feet away, stirring eggs in a styrofoam bowl with a fork.
The girl's dark hair and small frame mirrored her mother's only child-like. Her gray shirt and light blue jeans clung to her as she listened to her mother hum a tune. Her mother's sundress was stitched with sunflower designs with a white to blue gradient. The only difference between the two, other than clothing, was the spark in the mother's eyes and the ash in the young girl's.
She was blind, had been since birth.
The sound and smell of cooking eggs soon filled the simple home. The mother shifted around the kitchen to fetch a plate, fork and glass of 2 percent fat milk.
"Momma," the girl asked as her mother placed the meal in front of the child, "can I please go outside by myself today?"
"You know I can't let you do that," she replied in a loving tone.
"Please, Momma. Pretty please," the small girl begged.
"Okay... After you eat, I'll let you go outside by yourself. But only for a little while," the mother caved.
The girl cheered as she started to eat.
After the girl finished her scrambled eggs and bacon and cautiously placed them in the sink, she made her way to the front door with her mother.
"You can't watch, okay?" the girl asked as she unlatched the screen door.
"Why not?" the mother replied.
" 'Cause I'm makin' a surprise for you," the girl said as she sweetly smiled.
Out in the yard, the young girl slowly made her way around the yard. Guiding herself by memory, she finds her way to her mother's rose bush. She had collected three roses, five daisies, and plenty of cuts and pricks from around the rose bush before she heard her mother calling from the front porch.
"Don't look!" the girl cried out before she started to head back, scratching herself even more.
"Okay," the mother replied as she covered her eyes, "Tell me when."
The young girl slowly made her way back and held the flowers up smiling,
"Happy Momma's Day, Momma!"
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Happy Mother's Day!!
Give you mom something or cook dinner/breakfast!
I'm sure she'd appreciate it.
<3
(I'm early... Fight me.)
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Short Stories
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