DESTROYED

Background

I remember that fateful day waking up to my mom's homemade pancakes. She would always get up early on Tuesday mornings and make them for me. They were the best pancakes ever, they were never dry, always light and fluffy. They were mouthwatering, and I couldn't resist them and I followed the smell to the kitchen. I just hated having to eat them while listening to people on CNN ramble on and on about politics and other nonsense. I just hated wasting my time on that stuff, but my mom on the other hand loved it.

As I entered the kitchen my mom walked up to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead leaving a lipstick stain behind. She always did that and I hated it, I would always wash it off and say " Really mom. Do you have to do that every day." Her response was always " Yes I do." But now I miss her doing that. You never really appreciate something till it's gone. In my opinion my mom didn't need to wear makeup, she was so beautiful already that no makeup could change the way she looked, stunning and always glowing. She smelt like roses, it was her signature scent. She wore black pants and a plain baby blue shirt the color of her eyes. Her eyes always glistened and made her stand out in a crowd. When you looked into her eyes they made you feel comforted and safe. She wore her hair down which was shocking, because she almost never did that, but it just made her look ten times more beautiful. Her hair was blond and went mid-way down her back, and looked smooth,shiny and silky.

I finished getting ready, gave her a kiss walked out the door to catch the bus. It wouldn't be a good thing if I was late the second week of school.