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Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not belong to me i wish it did!! Sailor Moon is copyright © 1992 Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation. English Language Adaptation © 1995 DiC Entertainment. I don't know if any one else has the rights to Sailor Moon, but all I kno are the ones up above own Sailor Moon and that I don't own it.

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One Last Gift
By SolarBlueRose

Today is a sad and doleful day. It is the day my mother will rest I
peace forever. I see my Darien, next to me trying the best to console me.
First, I had lost my father, now I lost my mother. Everyone is looking at me
with pity, even my friend Rei. Why is everyone looking at me? I feel so
alone, but I know I am not. Before, my mother died, she had given me her
diamond necklace.
That necklace had meant so much to her. I wonder why she gave the
necklace to me. She should have given it to my sister, Mina; they were always
closer. Why did she give that necklace to me?
I keep picturing my mother lying on her bed. She just sitting there
looking so pale, it felt strange seeing her like this. She was always a
sprightly person, always up and about. I was watching her laying there
waiting for her life to end. My mother looked so helpless and frail.
I had visited her everyday; and everyday she looked the same. One day,
the doctor had came over, he checked to make sure she was ok. I asked him if
he could do anything about my mother's illness. His prognosis was that she
would die, I was very rabid towards him; I was acting so surly; this was so
unlike me. I was not acting very lucid. I think it is because of the stress
that I had been experiencing this past week.
"Serena, can you get me my sketch pad," she asked in a low rasping voice.
"Of course mother."
I slowly got up from my chair and walked to the table that contains an
old sketchpad. I opened it to see many lovely sketches; she always had a
flair for drawing. I opened the book to a free page.
"Here it is mother."
"Thank you, dear."
I watched my mother sketch until she fell asleep. I put the cover over
her to make sure she would not be cold at night. I stayed in her room for
hours while she slept. She looked so serene and tranquil, oh how I wished to
relieve all her pain. She was so courageous, always looking for a bright side
when a perilous course of action happens, never letting a person's sardonic
remarks get to her, always very diligent, and always prim and proper. She had
always been very pensive; she would never speak a malign word about anyone.
As I sat by her bedside, I suddenly realized it was extremely late. I decided
to leave.
As I meandered down the cold hard sidewalk, I started to think of what
life would be like without Mother. She's not going to be the one I tell my
problems to. I decided not to go home. I came upon Rei's house and I rang the
doorbell. As I waited impatiently for the door to open, I began to cry. I
kept thinking of my mother dieing. I watched as Rei's front door slowly
opened, and then quickly wiped off my tears.
"Serena, what are you doing here?"
"I didn't know where to go. I needed someone to talk to."
"Come in, come in."
"Thank you, Rei."
"Tell me what is wrong," she said in a worried tone.
"It is my mother," I replied in a ghastly tone, "she is not getting any
better, she is getting worse. "I don't know what to do. She looks so
helpless, I wish I could do something."
"Serena, there is nothing you can do. Everyone has a certain amount of
time here on Earth, and your mother's time is about to come."
"I know, but I don't want to lose her.
"Go home and have a good night's sleep."
"Alright."
I left Rei's house on my way home. When I arrived home, I went straight
to bed.
The next day I went to visit my mother, I did not know it would be the last
time I would see her.
"Mother, It is I, Serena."
"Hello dear, darling, I need to talk to you"
"Yes, mother."
"When I was about fourteen, my mother had given me a necklace."
She held up a beautiful, exorbitant necklace. It was a twenty diamonds in
a form of a heart.
"I want you to have the necklace. I never could give you much in life,
and I want you to have it. My mother gave it to me as a birthday present. Our
family could not afford a lot, and I saw the necklace in a shop and I wanted
it so badly, but I new I could not buy it. My mother bought that necklace for
me. She had to work a lot to pay for it. Please keep the necklace safe."
"I will."
Then she closed her eyes. I did not know at the moment that she would
never open them again. It was a momentous occasion, she was joining the
angels. I cried for weeks. Without my mother I felt like a vagrant wandering
the streets. I bid adieu to my mother, as I held her necklace in my hand.