Mother Dear

by MiKri'sDreams

"There was the chaos of goodbye. It was a goodbye that was wet, with the girl's head buried into the woodly, worn shallows of her mother's coat. There had been some more dragging." *** Now if you are wondering, what about Liesel's mother?...Well I'll tell you.

Dear MiKri followers,

Hi, it's Kris. I'm sorry I didn't post any fanfiction in a while and just wanted to tell you guys that Miki and I have finished work at school. We are going to post more for you guys. This was my project for Literature and I just got my grade for this project. I feel confident that some of you guys might like it. Enjoy.

~Kris

Mother Dear

"There was the chaos of goodbye.

It was a goodbye that was wet, with the girl's head buried into the woodly, worn shallows of her mother's coat. There had been some more dragging."

Now if you are wondering, what about Liesel's mother? What did she do after delivering Liesel to the foster care? Well I'll tell you.

***SOME THINGS***

Barbora Meminger:

mother of Liesel and Werner Meminger

kommunist

Barbora-means foreign woman

The woman with the woolly coat.

She was alone.

All alone.

No one to lean on, except me. I stood there on the train back to oblivion where she sat there. I then sat next to her. I knew it wasn't her time yet, but soon.

Soon.

She laid her head on the window of the train. She closed her eyes and thought about her daughter.

***THE THOUGHTS OF BARBORA***

What will happen to my Liesel?

Will she be better without me?

Oh, I hope the best for my girl…

I then felt something warm that made my soul jump. The woman smiled a little. I then realized.

Hope.

She hoped.

The pallid mother hoped. Of course mothers will be like that. They always hope for the best for their child.

She closed her eyes. Her insides then made a large noise. The pain was unbearable. Mentally and physically. Her insides told me they can't stand much longer.

I wanted to tell her that she will be fine, but I kept silent. I sat intently staring at her face waiting for her to give up. She shivered. I looked around, looking at the faces of the other passengers, making sure they don't see her die. Then slowly I reached my hand into her body and grabbed her soul.

***THE COLORS OF HER DEATH***

A murky gray.

The sky was covered with puffy clouds layered over another.

Some sunlight peeped through the creases of the clouds.

Her soul was light and soft, like a feather. And I carried her away from the loneliness of the world.