Small Works of a High School Student

Imaginary Friends

A/N
So I got this from a song my mother used to sing to me and stories my mother told me of my 'imaginary friend' when I was a little girl.
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My daughter never spoke to strangers much as a child, quite the opposite from her little one. She had engrossed herself in telling me a story, as her small hands pored imaginary tea into plastic cups. She had curls just like her mother, wild and unruly, but they fit her. Soft brown eyes bored into my own, "Did you like my story? I learned it at school, Mrs. Kelly says that every story has a lesson."
I nodded my head.
Her eyes brightened, "Cream or sugar?"
I nodded again, holding up two fingers.
She held out a white cup to me, "Pinkie up"
I complied as I took it I'm my hands. She giggled as I took a 'sip' of the drink, then followed suit, taking a sip of her own juice.
"I'm afraid I won't be coming to your parties any more Sam." I looked into the empty cup, then into her eyes.
"But why? Don't you like coming" her bottom lip began to quiver.
"Oh yes dear, I'm afraid i'm just not able to make the trip anymore." I smiled softly, wiping away the tears that began to roll down her pink cheeks.
"I'll see you again though, when you're older."
"B-but I wanna keep seeing you now."
"I know dear, but that's how things have to be, I'm sorry"
She sniffled standing just to waddle over to me in her blue dress. I held my arms open to her as she placed her head on my shoulder, sobbing softly.
I began to hum a song I sang to her mother when she was a child. When I began to sing, she had calmed down her sobs enough to sing with me, "I love you, you know I do. Forever and ever and ever and always. I love you."
She looked at me her eyes still puffy from crying, "Do you really have to go?"
"I'm afraid so"
She squeezed me tight before I stood, kissing her forehead, "You be good to your mother, I love you." I walked away looking back once at the old tree atop the hill.

The curly haired girl began to place the small plastic cups into a basket, shoving he blanket she had been sitting on in with them.
A woman wearing a large sun hat with a camera around her neck hiked up the small hill with the tree.
"Hi honey, I'm done working, did you have a nice tea party?"
"Yes ma'am, I talked with Samantha the whole time! She taught me a new song." The small girl ran hugging the taller brunette, still under the shade of the tree.
"Oh yeah? And what might that be?" The woman said pinching the girl's sides, causing her to squeal and laugh. Her small voice began to sing out the same song as before.
"I love you, you know I do. Forever and ever and ever and always, I love you." The girl continued humming before looking into the woman's eyes.
"Mama, what's wrong?"
The woman looked past the girl, her eyes glassed over with tears. She snapped back into reality, wiping her eyes with her hand.
"It's nothing sweet, why don't you go wait in the car for me, I'll be right there."
The little girl nodded as she bounced down the hill to the dirt road.
The woman walked over to the tree, placing a hand on the trunk, closing her eyes.
"Thanks for watching her mom."
A tear slipped down her cheek before she looked back up, turning to go back to her daughter. Once again, leaving the tree on the hill at peace.