If you died today what would your loved ones have to remember you by? Would there be anything left of you? Or would you slowly disappear only to be left to the mere faded memories in minds and few possessions? Or would you leave a story? Matter of f...
"Please D..Please" Lilac pleads with Deon with tears streaming down her eyes as she holds her in her arms,
"I need to do this D..Not just for myself but for Ari..She doesn't need to see me like this..Hell I don't want you to see me like this! Look at us now D! We're on the floor crying our eyes out while our baby sleeps in the other room! And this is just the beginning! I just ca-God D.." Lilac seems to mutter out before she looses all composure along with her voice. This caused Deon to then sit up and hold Lilac and they cried, and cried. I didn't realize I was crying until a tear dropped down to my hand..followed by another then another until soon I couldn't stop my eyes from crying.
"Li..I just don't wanna see you go..I love you. I love you so much." Deon says in between her sniffles and tears.
I open my to see Mama standing over me rubbing my arm.
"What's wrong Ari?" Mama says while sitting down on my bed pulling me into her lap holding me tightly in her arms,
"You were crying in your sleep baby. You have a nightmare? A bad dream?" She says wiping my tears away with great concern in her eyes. Mama looked like she was really worried about me. I lookup at her wondering if I should really say what's on my mind or just say something to make her happy. I always like it better when mama is happy. Then I realize mama's giving me that same look she had when I broke my arm. She's scared.
"My arm hurts mama"I say as I start to do the fake cry I do when I really really want something. Mama holds me close kissing my boo boo all over making me smile a little then holds me again. As she hugs I can't help but think I don't know how much longer I can go trying to hide what I'm trying to find from mama as real tears rolled down my face. To be honest, I could never really hide anything long from her.
My morning goes by the same as usual. Mama picks out my clothes, our maid Claudia makes us breakfast, mama helps us into the car and we leave. While in the car I pull out my notepad and pen. I look up to make sure mama's not watching and slowly slide out a picture the quickly slides my notepad back into my backpack and stare at this picture:
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I stare and dream! Dream of all the wondrous and amazing things Princess, my mommy would do next! Maybe she'd dance the night away with mama! Or fight some great meanie who was trying to hurt her, or mama..or or even ME! Or maybe she was..in love! Like Auntie Ame always says is the best thing in the world to be. I've never been in love..but I think mama has. She's never been in love with anyone since though. Mama never goes on dates like Claudia or Auntie Ame talk about going. She never get's all dressed up like they do either or have other people over that aren't Auntie Ame, Gigi Celina, Uncle Lj, Claudia or her assistant Serena. Mama never really did anything but take care of me, and it made me wonder did she ever really want to do anything other than take care of me. I slide the picture back into my notepad in my backpack and zip it up. The 7/11 with one of the 1s missing passed by which meant we were only 5 minutes away from my school. The same as usual mama parks in the fourth space from the front, gets out with her grey bottle with a weird small ball inside that she shakes and holds my hand all the way to the front desk. She then signs me in as Mrs. L something tries talking to her as she always does. My Auntie Ame always says she's a little too friendly, and I have to agree. She's always trying to talk to mama! Always! Sometimes I wonder does she ever just shut up for once and sign anyone in. Anyway, soon Mrs.Rodgers comes in saying hello to Mama as she always does. Mama let's her hug her, but not Mrs.L. Maybe it's because she thinks she's too friendly too. But this time I heard what Mrs.Rodgers said to Mama. She said,