Fairy Tales -L Lawliet Love Story

Chapter 6

12/13/2006 

(*Lilliana's POV*)

I open the door and looked at the clock, 8:58, I sighed as I got my key out of my bag, oh wait I need to get the mail. I walk to the mailbox and unlock my box. I got the normal stuff, bills, stupid ads and..... a letter from my Mother. I quickly close my box and run up the stairs to my apartment. I quickly throw my things on the floor and tore open the letter from my Mom. I can't believe what I am reading....... I don't even know how to react to this.

I haven't seen my Mother in the past two years, ever since I left for Japan, not a single call, not a single letter, no indication of any kind that she is doing alright on her own. 

Kathleen Ella Wilson Chenshaw was a psychiatrist, not the best in her field, but she wasn't the worst choice for mental problems. But she couldn't help with her 'condition', she was a big hopeless romantic, from novels to movies it was always her favorite topic. It took her a while to find her Prince Charming, but when she did she couldn't be anything less than satisfied. At age 36 she married her true love, Thomas, who was just as much as a hopeless romantic as her, they both wanted a happy ending I guess. After a couple of years of nothing less than 'pure bliss' as described it, they had there own daughter, Lilliana. All of this is all what my mother told me about this part of her life, now I will tell the rest from my own knowledge.

"Lilliana! Darling where are you?" I heard Mummy yell as I was still crouching under my stool, we were playing hide and seek. "Well I guess she isn't here..." She starts to turn back towards the door, now's my chance! I get up from under the stool and I start to run as slyly as I could back to the front door of the bright yellow home. I suddenly come to a stop as I bump into something, I look up to see my Mummy with a mischievous smile, she quickly picked me up and started to laugh. 

"Let me go Mummy!" I half complained and half giggled as I quavered in her arms. She continued to carry me while chuckling until she sits down on her rocking chair. She kept me in a tight embrace I sat on her lap. "Mummy?" She turned her face to me, I always liked her bright expression that matched mine. "Is Daddy going to come play with us?" Almost right after I said that there was a noise coming from the window to the right of us. Seconds later my Father head popped right out of the window, I made a little noise of excitement. 

"I found you both!" He said in a sing song voice and he went back into the house. "The last one back into the home is it!" As soon as I said that me and Mum faced each other and both bolted out of the chair.

My Mother and Father were always kind people, they couldn't give me whole world, but they gave me what I needed to grow up as I did. I was originally not my Mother's only child, when I was five she told me I was going to have a little sister, I was excited at the time and was eager to meet her, after a while she never came, my mother never mentioned another child again, and she grew quieter and less open-hearted than she used to be. I never thought to ask her, because I thought I would be scolded for being rude. She eventually grew out of that by the time I was in Year 7, becoming the old hopeless romantic that she used to be. But soon after that both my parents grew old, my Father had grown sicker, at age 57, my Father died of cardiac arrest. My Mother was devastated once again, and this time I was sure that she wasn't going to get better. She dropped out of Psychiatry and she stayed home, with the only one motivation left. I had to take care of her for the next four years of my life, sitting next to her on my little stool and she rocks in her rocking chair. I could tell that I was the most important thing in the world to her and I was there for her in every situation we approached, until it was time for me to go to my university.

I was getting a few last minute things ready, double checking the bags, making sure my passport stuff is in order and taking a little money from under my mattress for the food on the flight. All things were ready to go, I had ten minutes left until I need to get to the airport. I start putting my stuff in the tiny front yard of my small town house I lived in for all my years. After hauling them to the yard, I go back towards the house to see my Mother sitting right at the porch watching every movement I am making as she rocks back and forth on the rocking chair. She has that expression on that makes me know something was wrong, I start to head towards her chair. I have been discussing this with her for a few months, but I don't think she knew this might be that hard on her. I go sit sit in my stool, which is much more smaller than it used to be. She now stopped looking at me and started to look forward. I hesitate at first, but I grab her hand and hold it. I see a small grin, possibly a ghost of a old smile, come up to her now wrinkled face. Her hair been getting grayer and grayer for the past few months, now only having small imprints of the once bright blonde hair it was. I know she is growing woeful of me. After a few minutes of silence, she whispers something in my ear.