All Alone

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             ***13 years to the past***

"Jane its bedtime, which bedtime story do you want for the night?" Mom asks little me as she stands by the door of my room.

"Anyone please" I reply with my little high pitched squeaky voice as I jump on my bed and lay down.

"Alright then"

She comes into my room and turns off the light letting my star stickers which were scattered around the walls of my room glow dimly. It was her idea, we decorated the room together. She wanted every night of my life to seem magical and full of imagination, the stars normally made me sleep as staring at them could take me to dream land.

Then she walks over to my bed and turns on my crescent moon night light that was placed at the dresser beside my bed.

"Once upon a time ..." She began

I loved my mom very much, she was just the best in the world. We spent nearly every moment of our lives together like we played, sang, ate and all other fun stuff. She did anything to make me feel comfortable, at home and finally forget about.....dad.

Dad divorced mom and I never really knew why but all I knew was that at a period the house was always tense, tense silence, eating, and everything a family does but I did not like it so I did all I could to talk and play with both sides until that fateful day he left and never returned.

"When would dad come back?" I repeatedly asked my mom and she'll come up with several excuses like "He went on a trip" or "He'll be back sooner or later"

I even stole her phone and tried calling him. Obviously, his number was deleted from her phone but luckily I still had his number and mom's buried deep in my head but no matter how much I called, he never picked so, I sent him a text:

Hello daddy when are you coming back? Mom said you went on a trip and you'll be back sooner or later but I am impatient. Please reply I am tired of not knowing what's going on in the house.

I love you. Your sweetheart and only favorite daughter, Jane Evans

Then the next day he replied but I didn't get it, mom saw it and dropped the kettle that she was holding which fell and made a loud noise, I heard it and I went to check on her just to see her phone and I saw dad's reply

I love you too, Jane

Suddenly a smile appeared on my face and I scrolled down to see the second reply

But I am not coming back...ever again

You can ask your mom what happened.

This second reply struck my heart I read it over and over again he's not coming back....ever again

It really sunk in my head. I started to feel numb like my whole world was falling apart and slowly as my thoughts ran through my head a tear drop trickled down my cheek.
I took a breath.

"Mom what happened to dad?"

I stared deeply into her eyes, I could not really tell the cause of her tears but I felt sorry for her.

"We divorced and that is all you need to know"

I stood there startled, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion I did not know what the word meant.

"I and dad are over... no more dad we are separated"

I was broken, shattered into something more than a million pieces and then asked mom

'So I don't have a daddy?"

The question softened mom because I saw her eyes it was like she could feel what I felt and she pulled me into a hug

"You are too small to understand darling but just know dad is no more" she whispered into my ear softly

Since then mom has been trying to make me forget about him she hid all our family pictures with him and all the things he ever had. She even went as far as changing her room setting just to kill all the memories we had, I had with him.

Little did she know I still had a memory of him hidden from her reach?

It was a box, a memory box, dad had given it to me after my first day of school which I hated because making friends was hard so he told me to friend the box.

It was Pink with blue polka dots all around and then beneath was a hand writing which read

From: Steven Evans

To: Jane Evans

Let the memories live...

He told me to put all my memories in there, my good moments and bad moments, and everything I loved. I had put a lot of things in there over the years; like my inventions, pictures, my lucky bracelet that could not fit again and all that. But my favorite was the picture of all three of us smiling.

I really loved that picture though I could not remember where or when it happened.

We looked so happy together like it could last forever but somehow it did not

I had about six pictures of us together and also the ones with mom .It was all I had of him.

And mom's plan is gradually working because slowly, the memories of the moments we shared started to fade

While the unforgettable moments began to blur

And it was clearly obvious that there was only one thing that could keep me in touch with him which was

The Box

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@ChrisellaQT

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