Dear Mom

Prologue

I was born on June 16, 2003 in Dallas, Texas. I am the daughter of the former governor of Texas: Craig Nichols, my father died of lung cancer when I was just six and this might sound weird, but I wasn't really impacted by his death and my mom didn't give me the time to think or dwell on it. All I knew was that when my dad died, the world was shock and it was covered on all news station; I search his death on YouTube sometimes to watch how the world reacted when he died. After he passed away, the lieutenant governor stepped up and assumed the role. The lieutenant governor ran for the governor seat after the four years in 2013 and won. My mother ran for the governor seat in 2017, she won. I think my dad's reputation played a part in my mom wining the seat.

We packed up and moved to Austin, Texas to move into the Texas Governor's mansion in downtown. My sister was not excited and she is not easily excited. My little sister is only one year younger than me and was only 5 when our father died, she too does not remember anything and was not impacted, she only remember the men on the big screen talking about dad when he died and mom switching the channel.

It was a quick election, it went by so fast: all mom ever did was check the polls either through the news or through a reliable website, the news of her win woke us up in the early morning, mom was passed out on the couch when the reporters on ABC said, "Rene Nichols has won the Texas governor's seat by 950 votes." My mom screamed, waking my sister and I up. Before my father past, never in a million years my mother would dream of running for the governor's seat.

We were greeted by three big black SUV's outside the airport surrounded by security to take us to the mansion after we arrived at the airport, thousands of fans stood waiting both inside the airport and outside to greet us. "Isn't Austin beautiful?" My mother said as she hands her suitcase to one of the security. "We just got here mother." My sister clap back. I don't remember much about Austin, after we moved away after my father's death, we never came back. "Behave child." We climbed into SUV in the middle. "I've done nothing wrong mother." Lya sat in the middle of the back seat and my mother rolled her eyes.

It was a 16 minute drive from the airport to the Texas Governor's mansion, how was I feeling? I was nervous for my mother and I was feeling sad...I never asked for this. But it's my mom's dream.

We were greeted by Texas government officials at the mansion and by the workers of the mansion. "Welcome." Voices boomed.

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IG: Sabrina_Mikaelson