For All Time

Chapter 7

The cabin hasn't been changed sense  the last time my mother and I came here together. I was six then, it was  before she had died. We spent most of our time here singing and talking. We would go out on the lake and talk while we were inside a boat. We would catch fire flies and play with caterpillars. Those were my most favorite times of my life. When I sit in here it's like i can feel her spirit around. Rubbing me on my back telling me  that everything will be alright.

I got up and walked across the cabin towards the fire place where there was pictures of us. I picked up my favorite one. The one that I liked the most. it was when i was three, I was hugging my mother I knew that day because that was the day i told my mother that I wanted to be like her. I wanted to sing like her. I remember the look she had in her brown eyes. And she said to me."Baby, When you go out there i don't want you to be like me, I want you to be like you."Then I smiled at her and hugged her that's that picture was taken by Susanne.

The next picture was when I was four and I was in my swim suit on the boat. My mother was rowing it and i could tell by our facial expressions that we were singing our hearts out.The third picture was when i was five and we were blowing bubbles in the air. The fourth one was the last one we ever took together was when she was reading a book to me by the fire place. Something we did every night before we went to sleep. Then I looked aver at my mothers favorite It was one she got from Africa she felt like it would fit with the theme of the cabin I was never allowed to touch it for whatever reason.

I picked it up and looked at all the designs on it. I decided to go ahead and put it back down because  I felt weird looking at it, my mother had always told me never to touch it. But As i was about to put it down i realized something, it was a picture frame. One that I've never seen before. I carefully placed the case down and then picked up frame, There was dust on the picture so picked up a little rag and dust it off. It was a picture of my mom a boy and a baby. I knew the baby was me but who was that boy? I couldn't figure it, my mom had no nephews, and I was her only child. Was I?

I looked closely at it and he had my mothers eyes he actually looked like her to. I dropped the picture dramatically. and backed up some. <y Mother had had a baby before me and I never knew about it. I wondered what had happened to him, did he die? Is he adopted?? What?? And didn't I know about this? How come Susanne never told me? What's his Name? How old was he in this picture? These questions was going through my head. I couldn't even find my voice. I was in shock practically. I just couldn't believe my eyes. Obviously I had met him before, but I was just to young to remember. Then I started to wonder if my mother would've ever told me. Or was this her way of telling me?

I stood there staring at that picture, just staring at it like it was all gonna come back to me. I knew it wasn't but i wished it would. I'd always wonder what happened in my mothers life because I never really knew, All I knew is that she was an amazing mother and singer that's all, I always wondered if she would ever tell me and I could tell now that this was a piece of her life, defitnaly

I picked up the frame and put it in my small purse I wanted to take it home and see if I could figure out anything from it. I knew there was a reason why I had found that picture, but the mystery was if my brother was alive or not and if he was then........where was he?And If he is where is he? And does he know he has a sister?

My thoughts were sidetracked by the sound of an a motor comeing from outside.I put my purse down and ran outside. and to my surprise It was Michael.I didn't really think he would've came. And I was to distracted by the picture that I had found to even be excited about it.

He looked thinner and all his pimples were pretty much gone. Just like i suspected they would. I walked down the wooden steps and walked across the grass towards him but he got to me before I got to him. He hugged me so tightly to the point that I couldn't breath. Then he put his hands on my face and pulled me to him until our lips met. It made my knees go weak.