LILLY'S PROV
As I slumped into my bed. Waves of emotions came like a flood, and so did the tears. Suddenly my eyes caught a book-the Bible. It was the last book I'd ever want to read on this planet. As I looked at the book, the memories I thought I had long buried, came back very fresh, and I'm suddenly transported back to my childhood. When I still had faith in 'God'. I'm standing by my mother's bed back at our old house. I was just ten years old when my mother's cancer grew worse. I sat and watched as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Mommy its okay, please don't cry." That was the only comforting word I could give her as little as I was.
My dad was away on a business trip, leaving me and my sick mother behind. My mother was very religious, so she made sure I talked to God every day, and also read my Bible. At this point, she was very weak and could hardly get up from bed. I had to cook for the both of us, and take care of the house. The restaurant was still in good shape, thanks to Mrs. Baker, the manager of Lilly's. She has been very helpful ever since my mom fell sick.
"Why isn't daddy here with you?" I asked quite innocently.
"He had some important things to handle." She said trying very hard to paint a good picture of my dad even though we both knew how uncaring he was towards the both of us.
"What is so important that he left you in this state? It's not fair." I said obviously upset at my dad.
"It's okay dear, God will take care of us." She said trying to hold back the tears that as at the verge of pouring out. "Why don't you go get something to eat?" I noticed she needed some time alone, so I left. I stood behind the door only to hear my mom burst out in tears. I sat down right there also crying.
"God please heal my mother. I promise I'll never take candy from the candy jar without permission again" I said this withal determination in my heart. If God would heal my mother, I was ready to stop all my candy theft no matter how tempting.
Eventually, I fell asleep in front of my mom's bedroom door. Just a few minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. It was Mrs. Baker. As soon as I opened the door, she dashed in calling out my mother's name.
"Jessica!" She yelled at the top of her voice running towards my mother's room. I followed suite as I wondered what was going on.
When she finally got to the door, she flung it open, and we saw my mom gasping for breath. She quickly carried her to her car, and asked me to carry the hospital bag and follow immediately.
When we got to the hospital, she was quickly admitted. Mrs. Baker was having a conversation with the nurse, while I sat by my mother holding my Bible. I never left without it. Other kids carried teddy bears, and dolls, but I carried my Bible.
"Lilly could you please come outside for a minute?" Mrs. Bake said standing at the door.
"Is everything okay?" I asked very worried.
"Yeah...um you do know your mom has been sick for quite a while now right?" She said pushing back waves of tears.
"Yeah I know, but I promised God that I'd stop stealing candy if he healed her. Don't worry, she'll be fine." I said in a very convincing tone.
"Lilly..." She paused. "Your mom is gone." She said with her hands on my shoulder.
"She's not!" I snapped back. "She's right there" I said walking into the room where she lay motionless on the bed.
"Mommy" I said giving her a little shake. Then I realized what was going on. My mom was dead, gone, never to be seen again. I ran to the bathroom and sat behind the door. That day, I cried my eyes out. That was the last time i ever used my Bible again.
By the time I'm back to reality, my pillow was soaked in tears. I never thought that something I had made up my mind to forget long ago could still give me this kind of serious breakdown.
