S w e e t H o n e y L e m o n

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I stretch from the tire of lying down on my bed. My night dress brushed my knees as i got up. I walked to the bright window, pulling the curtains away from sight. I looked out as my lower arm rest on the window sill. What a nice day.

I searched for my brush across my dresser and brushed my hair and tied it up in a ponytail. I looked around for a while. Then i changed into shorts and a t-shirt. When i walked out of my room, i felt like something's off. I stop i my tracks and look around again. We have a few mirror decorations at the top floor. But today, they're covered with clothes. Rags i use for cleaning. Hmm. Then it hit me.

Mom.

We had a funeral yesterday. Mom died in a car accident. I can't believe i forgot. it felt as if she's still there. But i know she's not. At least, not anymore.

I gave a glance of myself at a mirror, holding up its covering. My cheeks had streaks of mascara on it. I was crying myself to sleep yesterday. I only changed because that was all i could do. I felt terrible. If i just followed her to the supermarket that day, i would be with her, at least. At least. But i didn't.

I walked to the kitchen, feeling nothing in my eyes. I could feel nothing. I looked around at the memories we had. I remember when i was nine we used to bake cookies in this kitchen. I smiled at the thought. Not anymore.

I glanced at the clock on the table by the dininng table. It's seven thirty. I've got to go to school. It's thursday. How nice. We were supposed to go swimming later this afternoon. Sigh.

Lets just say school was full of, lucky bitch, aww how sad, are you okay, do you want to see a counsellor and do you wat mine? Some of them really hated their mothers they don't even think that i was sad, not happy my mom's gone. What is wrong with people now a days?

Whe i got home, dad was at the dining table, waiting for me.

"hey dad," i said, trying to sound cheery even if i'm not. "wassup?"

"i'm fine, umm," he replied, hesitating. "do you want to go some where?"

"where?" i asked, suprised.

"the ferris wheel by the town border."

i froze. That's where my mom always go. She loved the scenery there. Everytime we had a fight, she would make it up to me by takig me there. I just went, because i knew mom just wanted to bring me there to rest her mind. I loved that about her. Always thinking about the best of both worlds.

In the end, me and dad went to the ferris wheel. At first we were just looking around, buying ice cream, not really looking forward to ride the wheel. Me and dad always had this awkwardness whenever mom's not around. He just does't know how to make coversation with me. But i know he loves me. He just doesn't show it often.

My dad broke the silence between us and asked if i wanted to go on a ride. I said why not? When i can see obviously why not. I bet it will bring us to tears, rememberig mom. But i want to remember her.

So we got on. At first we were silent but half way up dad started a conversation.

"i remember mom used to force me to bring her here when u were three. She was tired of taking care of you and wanted a little rest. She came here and i look over you until she's satisfied. It became lesser and lesser as you grew up because we both knew you need all the attention you could get at that age. Until when you had your first sleep over and she was so excited, she asked me to go with her here. I just followed."

then there was a little more silence. Our box passed through the entree for our second round. Then suddenly a voice came out.

"why are you two so quiet?"

i looked aroud. So did dad. But we both know it's just the two of us. I looked at dad. The voice. It's familiar.

"oh, don't bother looking aroud if you don't even recognize me," the voice said again. Mom.

"mom?" i said, half whispering, tears starting to sting my eyeballs.

"caroline?" my dad called.

"hahaha! So you guys DO remember me!"

"of course we remember you, that's why we're here!" dad said fiercely, but there was a hint of sadness i his voice.

"oh, you're a fierce one." i remember mom saying that everytime dad gets angry. She doesn't get scared one bit. I was always envy of her.

"mom, why can't we see you?" i asked.

"oh, but you can. You just have to try harder."

i closed my eyes shut, opening my heart, remembering all our memories, remembering her. Remembering how she looks like. i opened my eyes.

And there she is. Dressed in all white, looking pretty, sitting next to dad, holding his hand. She looks so pretty. Her wrinkles are barely there. Her brunnette hair nicely combed. Her green eyes sparkling. She was smiling.

Dad was staring at her. Tears prickled i both our eyes. Mom. I can't believe you're gone.

"caroline." mom placed both her hands on dads and kissed him lightly. It was as if his lips touched air. He couldn't feel the kiss. But he could feel the love.

"i'll miss you guys, but i can't stay on earth for long. I have to go back. To where all human being will go one day. I have to go. goodbye. I love you two."

and like that, we blinked and mom was gone. We tried talking to her again, but she didn't answer. Our tears poured. But we knew she wouldn't come back. She's gone in sight. But she's still there in our hearts.

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-LynnMahzan
P.S, I did this on my dad's phone so sorry for grammar mistakes ie. small lettered I and others. Sorry! Gomenasai~ :(

Labels: death, slice-of-life, the unreal