Life without mum

chapter 1- birthday suprises

Dear God,

My name is Annabelle and I am twelve.

I have talked to you about a million, trillion, billion times and you have not answered my prayers. So I am writing to you as a final wish.

My mummy Zoey Fawter is dying of something called cancer. The doctor say’s it is in her heart and she only has three weeks to live. I love my mum and she will not be with me soon. I don’t know if you will get this letter in time but if you do could you please let her live. She is a good mummy and I don’t mean it when I say I wish she would die, all I want is for my mummy to stay on earth but if you do not receive this letter in time. It would be good if you could treat her like a princess in heaven, as that is what she is.

        Thanks.  

                               Love Annabelle

                                                                      xoxo     <3

Today is my first birthday without my mum. It has been three weeks since she died and no one really cares that it’s my birthday. I am turning thirteen and there hasn’t been so much as a happy birthday from my father. It is a Sunday, so it is church day and I haven’t seen any of my friends. However today we are not going to church. Instead today, on my birthday, I am dressed in a short black dress to my knees and my hair is held in a bun with a black ribbon. I had to do it myself and it looked messy but my father couldn’t do it he was probably crying in his room upstairs. I just couldn’t stand to see him that way.

I missed mother as did everyone else. She did everything for me and kept the family in joint, now she is no longer with us.

 Max (my older brother) knocked on my door. I was sitting on my bed reading Vampire academy, my favourite book. My teal satin pillow was wet from my tears my eyes were red and I planned to put some foundation on later when I finished this chapter.

I invited max in and he sat on the end of my bed.

“Happy birthday!” he cheered swooping me into a brotherly hug. He pushed me away slightly to look into my blue eyes that matched his. His curly brown hair had fallen in front of his face and he attempted to blow it out of the way. I laughed, and then let him try for a few more seconds. Till it just got annoying and I moved it for him he smiled half-heartedly and reached for his pocket. Searching for a while in his black suit pants he pulled out a small pink box tied with a simple white ribbon. The bright pink box made me slightly cheery for a moment. Max handed me the box kissing me on the forehead, I punched his arm.

“Hey I give you a present and you return your thanks with a punch!” he scolded with a slight smile.

“Yep!” I replied with a gigantic grin on my face and I began to open my present. Then out of nowhere I felt a tight grip on the sides of my torso. I laughed, he was tickling me. I squirmed and attempted to push his gripping hands away. There was no hope his tickling was making it hard for me to breathe.

“Surrender?” he asked stopping for a short moment just as I was about to scream "stop". Naturally, now that he had asked me to surrender. I was not going to. I shook my head and he continued. I kicked at him and missed. Damn it. Then I had an idea.

I reached my hands up grabbing his sides and started to tickle him in return. He laughed and fell off the bed with a very loud "bang". Luckily my room was the only room in the house with carpet otherwise that would have hurt alot but he quickly got up and rubbed his head furrowing his eyebrows. He sat back down on the end of my bed and leaned his head on the wall.
“Sorry, are you ok” I asked genuinely sympathetic. I put my hand on his shoulder waiting for a response.

“As ok as someone can be when they hit their head, now open your present”, he smiled and looked around for it. He grabbed it out the crevasse of my bed that was against the wall and handed it to me.

I tugged at the ribbon and opened the box in side was a gold heart necklace with a green sapphire in the middle. On the back; it was incrusted with a word that spelt family.

“It’s beautiful”, I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I pulled away and he pointed to the little green sapphire.

“It’s from mothers ring”, he said smiling.

I studied my new gift and pulled it out its package. I handed it to Max and he fastened it around my neck. I fiddled with the heart for a short moment and then hugged Max again.

“Thank you”, I said a tear crawling out my eye.

“You like it I assume”, he said.

“Like it?” I paused and he looked at me”, I love it!”

He brightened up a little and then releasing my hold I was reminded of the funeral when my iPod gave me a beep reminder.

“I have to do my make-up”, I cried.

“No you don’t, you're pretty without it after all you look like me”, he laughed.

I punched his arm and made my way to the bathroom.

My father was putting in his contacts, when he looked at me.

He picked me up and I could see that he had been crying. He sat me on the sink and smiled.

“I just can’t help thinking that I forgot something”, he said. I looked at his blue eyes. Was he joking! My birthday, DUH!

“Hmmm, is it max’s birthday” he contemplated. Maybe he had remembered and was just playing with me. I shook my head in disagreement, and laughed.

“Then what might it be”, he chuckled.

I bounced up and down and then looked at him like he was stupid.

“I know it is a birthday of someone very special and beautiful, so it can’t is mine” he teased.

“It’s mine!” I cried not being able to keep my mouth shut much longer. I laughed. Then I snorted so I covered my mouth and laughed more. After a while my father calmed me down. He handed we a big box.

“What is it”, I said shaking the box gently.

“Fragile” he yelped and stopped me from shaking it I looked at him, “go on”, he pushed “open it”.

I opened the box revealing a small snow globe with a picture of our family: mother, father, max and I, in mother’s favourite garden.

I gave him a hug, crying as I did this. Before I could say thank you or do my make-up the taxi honked his horn and we were rushed out the door.