Part 7: A Mistaken Memory

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Part 7: A Mistaken Memory

I wasn't doing anything on my bed. I guess if you would say just sitting there. Everyone else's beds were a mess so I decided to arrange them. It didn't take long. I was alone in that room. My classmates were washing their clothes and I didn't because I washed my clothes yesterday. So that's why I was alone in the classroom. I was just sitting there on my bed and doing nothing then suddenly a memory popped up in my mind. It was all about the past. It was all about my family. I couldn't imagine about their d..... uh...nevermind. I can't stop crying. All of a sudden I saw my mother all in white. I was bewildered.  Is this a vision or reality? I can't tell.

"I'm here to stay," she spoke to me. I was crying real heavy.

"I will stay right by your side always."

I rubbed my eyes then she dissapeared. I was still sitting there not moving. "So this is ship life, huh?"

..........

I moved on cleaning the classroom. After doing all of those chores, I rested on my tony bed designed by me. Looking at the ceiling the atmosphere became eerie for me so I went outside. I saw stacks of newspapers and I thought of telling my teacher to make them into chairs and tables even making them as a project for the highschoolers. I guess I am trying to forget my mistaken memory. I guess it is working though.

Gah...

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