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"Mama! Up, up!" Charles called.
"Come here you little rascal!" I said, as I picked him up. His little grin lit up with excitement and he giggled.
"Ma! Look at my trains!" Martin announced proudly. I smiled warmly.
"Let me take a look, honey." I replied, walking towards him. Oh, look at my two little angels. Martin had his father's hair and my eyes. Meanwhile, little Charles shared my same frizzy blonde hair and my husband's smile.
Did I even deserve these two?
"Ma, look at the trains!" Martin reminded me. I then snapped out of my little daze.
"Wow, impressive." I reassuringly nodded. The trains in his little train set blasted off with quiet sounds mimicking a real train. Every so often, it stopped at a miniature train station and Martin would place a tiny character into the train.
I remembered serving them lunch that day. "When we seeing Gramps and Grammie?" Charles spoke with imperfect grammar. I placed dishes of spaghetti onto their plates and poured them orange juice, placing an extra helping of the spaghetti onto my husband's plate. "We'll go to their house as soon as our tummies settle down and we'll stay there for three days." My husband, Mark, replied. They nodded quietly and ate their pasta.
"Is everything packed, dear?" I asked Mark.
"Yes. All in the car," he confirmed. "How do you feel, honey? Any more cramps?" he questioned, concerning my baby bump. I was going to name her Josephine.
"Just some spinal pains in my lower back, doctor says it's normal." I informed him. He just nodded.
Soon, everyone was in the car. Mark drove and the kids sat at the back. I still remember the song that was playing when it happened.
Crash. Shrieks. Sirens.
I can still remember reaching out my bloody hand to get the phone to dial 911...
The crash only injured those in the back seat.
And now, I stand with little Josephine and Mark, five years after what happened. "Were they nice, mommy?" Curious Josephine asked,
"They were lovely, honey. Like angels." I croaked out, a tear slipping down my cheek. Mark rubbed my back. Now every time I glance in the mirror I see them in me... and each time I do that I just miss them more and more.
Martin Leonard Daniels Charles Henry Daniels
2007 - 2012 2009 - 2012
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