Introduction
She was sitting on a rail in the middle of a gorgeous day with clear blue skies meeting the sea green ocean and clean white sand of the Mississippi Coastline as her background. The wind was blowing her long, shiny, and wavy reddish-brown and white striped hair. Her smile was like the sun, illuminating the complete picture, her skin was looked soft, pale, delicate, and stunningly smooth, like cream. She wore a bottle green floral dress with a lovely emerald green hair pin and matching earrings. No makeup. No shoes. No worries. Her whole demeanor screamed comfort and contentment.
Who is she?
A friend; a wife; and a mother
My Mother.
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It's amazing what emotions you swell into your soul when you gaze at pictures especially ones of those closest to you. I sometimes sit and think: Wow look at what this cheap, disposable, light and battery captured. Look at this beautiful image of her. Look at this wonderful remembrance of our last happy time together.
Today is the anniversary of her disappearance and what the government call her official death. See she's been missing seven years. Seven grueling, miserable, terrible, tragic years. And of course after a person been missing for said number of years the selfish government decides to stop funding a search for them by saying the person is officially dead. Great excuse huh? Trust me they go all out with it. At 6:15 a.m. two overstuff police show up at your door, one eating donuts with crumbs dropping like snowflakes on your carpet and the other wearing coffee and ketchup stains that are at least three days old. They start to talk and all you can do is look at their large lips moving ether to speak or to eat you here no words really but you'll know what they're saying.
"We're sorry to disturb you sir but as you know your wife went missing seven years ago . This mourning the governor declared her legally dead. We're sorry for your loss. Have a good day."
And as they turn to leave you feel your hope, aspirations, desires, and dreams all turn to leave with them. Part of me wants to believe she is dead for closure. As I stare at this picture I can't help but feel dead inside myself. But... there's a gleam in her eyes, those striking emeralds, and it tells me she's alive. She just has to be. For my sake.
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( AN ) Hello, This is just an introduction. I started this fic once before but decided that I needed to try again make it better if you will. I have hope for this story, but I will only continue if you show that you are interested. If I receive reviews I will continue. Please Review. Oh and one more thing... I LOVE YOU ( Now will you review? ...PLEASE)