Momma

Year of 2736

She stopped breathing Momma. Her eyes are still open but she stopped breathing. What do I do Momma?

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I shut her eyes Momma. She is resting and sleeping in the dirt. She looks sad Momma, why is she sad? Does she miss her Momma like I do? She seemed so lonely when she would walk with me and hold my hand. Would she be happy if she was holding her Momma's hand? Probably.

Momma, the sun is setting. Is it beautiful? After the factories stopped puffing nasty smoke, the sky has become more beautiful. I wish you were here to watch it set with me Momma. There is red, yellow, pink and brown. All your favorite colors. Nice and warm and fuzzy. Just like your hugs. I miss those Momma.

As the sun got lower, I started to daydream about the day everyone started to get sick. We were eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes when a man came banging on our door saying that the world was coming to an end. Do you remember that Momma? The crazy man with the big beard and the foam spilling from his lips? Yeah, he was pretty crazy. But all I care about are the things I do with you Momma.

The world is empty Momma, but I wish you were here to at least hold my hand. There are no cars on the road and no children playing on the sidewalk. No business men late for work and no insane cat ladies trying to walk their cats. There was no one walking. No one but me. But you're watching over me, right Momma? In this empty world that we call Earth, do you still want to watch over me? Things get boring with no other children to play with. They are all laying in the grass. Sleeping. Not breathing. I wonder if they're playing a trick on me. Why would people want to trick me Momma? I am very friendly.

The stars showed their faces as the sky became darker, showering me with light. The wind is blowing so softly Momma, it feels really nice. However, there is a lot of garbage in the air. It makes my nose crinkle. Why is there so much trash Momma? You use to get mad at me when I forgot to throw my trash away. Did their Mommas not get mad at them? I know you would.

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The moon is smiling tonight. My hands are caked in dirt and red stuff and there is no place to wash them. The ocean burns my hands Momma and there is no more clean water coming out of any of the sinks. Everything is dried up. All the flowers are brown and the trees are bare. Are they dying Momma? I remember you once wrapped me in your arms and called me your flower. If that's true, will I die too?

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You are right, I am being silly. I know you would not let me die, right Momma?

I wish we were together again. You left on a boat with many other people and tiold me you were going to find other survivors. You touched my face and told me to be good. I was very sad Momma, but I knew you would come back to get me.

You told me you loved me Momma and I believe you.

Momma, I may be lonely, but when I look at the moon, I feel like I am close to you because we are watching the same white smile. Are you watching the same moon with me Momma? It is beautiful just like you. When are you coming home, Momma?

I laid in the brown grass and tried to dream of you with me in this empty world. Watching the acid water touch the soft sand. My face started to burn Momma. I should get some... rest.

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Momma! Momma, guess what?! When I woke up, a plant started to sprout infront of my face! It was beautiful Momma, I wish you could have seen it. It pushed and pushed and pushed! Right out of the ground! I thought all of the plants died Momma, but the world is coming back to life. We can be together again!

But now I'm getting sick. The nasty red goo is coming out of my mouth when I cough. I try to stop coughing but it gets harder and harder to take a breath. Why is this happening Momma? Why am I coughing so much? Why won't you come home to me? Why am I suffering...?

My legs can not walk anymore Momma. I can not greet you when you come home. I want to see you.

But that will not happen.

The plant, I will give it my life to help it grow. The world will be born again and the grass will no longer be brown. There will be no more trash. The water will become pure. The children will return from their slumber and play on the sidewalk again. Will you be proud of me Momma?

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Sorry, it's time for me to go now.

But... When you come back, will you still wish the Earth a Happy Birthday?