Chapter 6- Don't Forget

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"You just focused on the bad stuff when all you had to do was let go of the past and keep moving forward."

-Meet the Robinson's

Chapter 6

"Mommy! Could we get this?"

"No dear I'm sorry, we have to head home. Almost time for dinner." My mother pulled me along with her; she was ready to end the day and go back to her husband.

"Could we get it another time?" I kept asking her about the glass slippers I saw in the toy store. They would've matched so perfectly with my Cinderella dress I had.

"Yes of course, anything for you. We just have to wait until we come back. I promise." She gave me my favorite smile on her. It was so real, you knew she meant it if she gave you that smile.

I turned away from the glass slippers and followed her to the door. I left with a smile on my face, too hopeful I would get those glass slippers.

I heard the door chime, telling the employees we were either leaving or entering.

"What will we have for dinner?" I asked my mother, lifting my head so I could see her.

"Well what would you like? We could have spaghetti, chicken, or," she held the or for a few more seconds," PIZZA!"

I jumped out in front of her and screamed," Yes pizza mommy pizza! Please please please?" I clasped my hands together and begged for her to get pizza.

"Of course Angel, anything for you." She pulled me close and wrapped her arm around my neck as we walked side by side.

We walked to our favorite pizza place, Anthony's Pizzeria, and ordered our favorite pizza that my whole family loved.

Sausage, pepperoni, with green and red peppers.

When the workers told us it would be about 20 minutes to make the pizza, we wanted to walk around the bridge.

The bridge was one way to cross over to London. Me and my mom would always walk this way to go to the London Eye. From my house to here it would take exactly 35 minutes. It was a bit of a hike, but it was always worth it.

As we were walking over, my mother started to ask me about school.

"How do you like your classes? Make any new friends?"

Of course she knew the answer to that.

Yes I loved my classes, and no of course I didn't.

Caitlin was my only friend that I ever had. I didn't want to find others because I didn't have a good time like I did with Caitlin.

"Yes and no." I answered back to my mother.

"Oh come on Angel, you have to have at least one other friend than Caitlin." She leaned in towards me and gave me a nudge.

"Nope." I smiled at her, telling the truth.

"Any boys you like then?"

I covered my mouth to stop me from throwing up.

"No mom! You know they have cooties! Gross!"

She laughed at my response and we were soon laughing together. I looked at her from a side profile. I always thought she was so gorgeous. Sometimes I liked to just stare at her and wished I could be as pretty as her.

I stopped and told her for what I didn't know would be the last time.

"I love you mommy. You're the best mom in the whole wide world. I don't know what I would do without you." I hugged her legs because I was too small.

She stopped walking and bent down and took me in for a hug. She quietly whispered,"I love you my Angel. I thank god everyday that I get with you. You are so special, you have to remember that. Alright?"

I nodded and hugged her even tighter than before.

"Thank you mommy." I whispered to her.

She pulled back and said,"Shall we go get pizza now?"

I nodded and we went the other way to where the pizzeria was.

***

I wasn't expecting a thing. None of us were expecting it.

But who could?

That was the night I lost my mother. I could never forget it.

Her last words to me were,"Don't forget it Angel, alright?"

I tried not to, but sometimes I would. It was hard to live in a world where people were expected to be perfect when that could never be possible.

But I tried my hardest. I always did.

I lost her. She was gone, vanished from the earth and no longer existent.

That day, I realized I was truly alone.

***

I wrote this chapter in the car within an hour while eating Easter candy.

I feel really good.

Okay this was just like a flashback to when Angelica lost her mother just to clarify;)

Until next time.

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