When I was just a little girl, my mom used to tell me stories every night before I went to bed. Diffriend, every night. She was talking about her childhood sometimes. Sometimes the stories she told me didn't really had much sense, or they didn't tell much about the real world and life in general. At times she was just telling me how much she loves me, I don't know why, I knew that already, I let her talk anyway.
She was a great mother. You know, mother that everyone wanted. Reasonable, full of love and compassion. Supportive and wise, oh God, she was smart. I'd always ask her for advice. She was my rock. I don't know how to thank her for that. She spent so much time with me, helping, or just hugging me and caressing me when i was sad. She just sat and cried with me sometimes.
She always knew what to say, and what to do.
I will never forget how much help I got from her.
She was also very beautiful. Most beautiful women I've ever seen I guess. She had quite long hair, always in a bun or a high ponytail. She never wore much makeup. She was tall and slim. I have always wanted to be like her. She was my role model. Unlike my dad.
He was always absent and confused. Never talked much with us about anything. He was upset and stressed about everything. It seemed like he is here with us, just because he has to. Because that is his responsibility. One day, no one knew why, and no one expected it, he killed himself. They never told me how.
I never was really sad. I was kinda angry. Because he left. And he never told anything.
My brother was devastated. He was the only one who actually talked to him, and made a bond with him. I was most angry because he left him.
Few months later, when he turned 21 he moved. Left me, and my mother, and went to live in France. He opened a restaurant, he is very successful now. I am proud of him. I didn't heard from him much last couple of years. And now I need to call him. But not to ask him how's he doing and to tell him we are doing great here, damn I wish I could say we're doing great.
The phone ringed.
"Hello?... Sis, is that you?"
"Yes Sam, it's me, how are you?"
"I'm doing alright, I miss you guys! How's mom?"
Mom...
"I miss you too.."
Sam has always been the best brother. I need him here again.
"Hey.. You okay?"
I rarely cried, but now I just broke down and I felt like I could cry a river.
"N..no.."
Mom is gone Sam.. I'm alone..
***
Sam unlocked the front door and came running in, giving me the tightest hug ever. He didn't say anything. We were just hugging.
Mom died and I felt terrible. What am I gonna do now. I need Sam. I need him more that anything now.
