As I opened my eyes, hers was the first face that I saw. I felt the warmth from her body holding me tight and the delicate kiss she placed on my forehead. This woman was my mother, for only a mother could give a child such love.
Although I was only a baby, I could still remember seeing her green eyes looking at me, and hearing her soft voice sing to me.
Everyday was the same, I'd wake to her lips on my forehead, and by night I'd drift away to her soft voice as she sang to me. Those days were the only beautiful thing I remember from my childhood, they only lasted for 5 short years.
The last day I saw my mother's face, I always feel I took for granted. The morning was like any other, I'd wake to her kiss and she's make me breakfast. We would sit and watch my favourite cartoons, and she'd hold me tightly in her arms.
This particular day she was needing to make a quick trip down the road, there was some furniture she was itching to get rid of. There was no room in the car for me, but she was determined that she could make the trip quick enough and that I would be fine.
She set me up with some food and drink and sat me in front of my cartoons. She smiled at me and said, "I wont be long my darling, be good for me" as she walked out the door.
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Every Day Was The Same
Mystery / ThrillerA short story about Ben Barkley, his horrific childhood and where his life has taken him.
