Life in the Supernatural World

Azalea POV
Dear Mama,

Everyday used to be the same, then came July 7, 2001; my world shattered. I was only 6 when my grandmother got the letter of my fathers’ death. My father was a Navy soldier. Some people say it’s abnormal to remember such a sad day so young, but I remember it clear as day.

I was wearing a cute red and white Minnie mouse dress with a huge black bow and shiny black shoes. My hair was in two tight buns, which made me look like Minnie mouse. I had my Minnie mouse stuffed animal in my hand.
*flashback*
“Lea, sweetie will you come down so we can leave dear.” Said my grandma.
“Coming Gran” I yelled skipping out my room and running down the stairs. I stopped when I heard hush voices and someone crying. I ran to my gran to see why she was crying. “Gran why are you crying and why are daddy’s friends here and he’s not.”
She looked up at me, sat in her chair and picked me up and sat me on her lap. Then she said in a quiet voice “Your fathers has gone to another place an-“
“The place you told me about with golden houses and nothing but kind, happy people.” I interrupted her.
“Yes dear, that place.” was all Gran said and she held me as I cried.
*flashback over*
It still hurts but I still wear a smile knowing he was fighting for country and it safety.