Brittany's Point of View
I was being held in my dad- Takeru Takaishi's arms. I
watched a box being lowered into the ground. It was all white, with roses
painted on the sides. It reminded me of the kind I saw in a book one time. I
knew only one thing; mommy was in there.
"Bye bye mommy" I said waving. My dad looked and me
with his teary eyes, and kissed me on the cheek. Someone was handing out roses,
and my dad took one. I watched my uncle Tai kiss one, and drop it into the
grave. My dad gave it to me, and I walked to the hole in the ground. Looking at
the fairy tale box, I dropped the flower in. I turned around and saw my daddy
crying. I don't like seeing my daddy sad. So I walked over to him, and he
picked me up.
"It's ok daddy," I whispered. I don't think he heard
me though. My dad looked over to my uncle Tai who was walking over to the black
limo. My dad called his name.
"Tai" Uncle Tai turned as we walked towards him. Dad
handed me to my Uncle and took a step back. Uncle Tai smiled through his tears.
I hugged him.
"Don't be sad Uncle Tai" I whispered. He let out a
sob and hugged me back.
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The first, and only memory I had of my mommy, Kari
Takaishi, is when I was three. We were sitting in the backyard; it was a
beautiful, sunny day. It must have been early spring. My mommy was carrying me
inside, and I was looking up and smiling. Mom had such a nice, caring face. Her
eyes were so warm. So gentle.
Just
from that memory, I know why my dad fell in love with her. That's my only
memory I have of my mother, and it's to late to have anymore. Everyone says I
look and act like my mom, but I don't think I do. I don't have the warm caring
eyes of hers. I don't know anything about her, so how can I act like her? I
loved my mother so much. Every friend I have has a mommy, but I'm a
nine-year-old girl, without one. I walked over to my mirror.
Just as
I got there I heard someone call my name.
"Brittany"
I smiled and looked outside.
"What
Trisha" I yelled leaning out the window. Trisha was my best friend. She was a
few months older than me. Her mom was Yolie.
"We're
having a water balloon fight. Girls against guys. Come on"
"Ok.
Give me a minute," I yelled back. I changed into my bathing suit and ran
outside. We won after the guys surrendered.
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I am
ten years old now, and it's another warm sunny day. Today is the worst day of
the year. It's mother's day. All my friends were out with their moms. But, now
they're home, and we are playing tag. My dad's sitting on the front porch
watching us. I looked over at him. He was really sad. My dad always had a hard
time on Mother's Day. Just then, I almost tripped on a pothole.
Daniel,
Davis's Motamiya's child came up behind me and tagged me. I watched the brown
hair, green eyed run away. He was about a year older than me. Just then, it
started sprinkling. I looked up at the sky and smiled. I love the rain. It
somehow makes me feel safe.
"Brittany.
Come inside" Dad yelled. I sighed mentally.
"Dadddd…"
I wined.
"Britt, everyone else is going inside" I looked
around and saw everyone was running to their houses. I sighed, this time out
loud.
"Ok" I
walked into our house. The walls were newly painted. I wanted them purple, but
daddy said they had to be white. I walked over to the TV and flipped trough the
channels. Since there was nothing on, I walked over to the sofa and looked
outside. I remembered that when I was a little kid dad told me something.
He told
me there were holes in the floor of Heaven, and how every time it rained… that
was mommy crying because she wanted to be here with me. Tears started coming to
my eyes. "I want a mommy," I said as a sob escaped my lips. I ran to my room
and hugged my favorite stuffed animal. It was a brown bear that my mommy had
given me right before she died. "I want a mommy," I cried a little louder. I
kept repeating that. I guess I thought by saying it, it would make it come
true.
My dad
stood right outside my room, tears falling down his cheeks. He opened it,
walked over to the bed and hugged me.
"It's
ok," he whispered trying to calm me down.
"I want
a mommy," I whispered once again.
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Looking
into the mirror, I saw a new person looking back at me. My hair was short, I
had a natural tan, and everything else… but today was going to be the hardest
day of my life. Yolie, my mom's closest friend had just left the room. But I
didn't want her. I wanted my mom. I wanted my mom alone in a room with me.
Fitting my veil, saying, that no woman, has ever looked this beautiful. This
was the day I wanted my mom most of all. I looked at my wedding dress. My face
was covered in by a veil.
But
even under that veil, I could see tears falling down my cheeks. I quickly wiped
them away. After a minute, my dad walked in. I looked at him. This was going to
be the hardest part. Leaving my dad. Leaving the man that loved me more than
life, the man that had been there for me all my life.
"How do I look daddy?" I asked hoping for one
answer. He looked at me and smiled.
"You
look like your mother did on her wedding day" I smiled more than I ever did
before. That was the only thing that mattered. My dad saying how beautiful I
looked. I got off the stand and walked up to him. The music started. He gave me
the most meaningful hug I even had in my life. We hooked arms and walked
towards the doors. As they opened, I saw my love standing at the alter. Daniel
Motamiya.
My father
walked me to the alter, and let go. As Daniel took my hand, I glanced back at
my dad. His eyes had two expressions. One was loneliness, and the other, Hope.
He sat down next to my soon to be father-in-law. I looked up at the altar. I
reached the top with Daniel, and we took our vows.
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As they
threw the rice, I felt for the first time, what it felt like to be Mrs.
Brittany Motamiya. We walked into the reception Hall. Right as we got there,
the rain started coming down. I looked around for my dad. He was standing by a
window looking out at the city lights. He looked over at me and our eyes met.
"Excuse
me" I said to the people crowding around me. I walked over to him and took his
hand. His eyes were filled with tears.
"Daddy
don't be sad," I said. "Cause I know Mama's watching now"
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My life
went on. And my sadness for never having a mother went away a little. Although
I still miss her with all my heart. Daniel was the perfect husband. Together we
had three children. And I noticed each day they were born, it sprinkled. My
fathered died at the age of seventy six. And now I know him and mom reunited.
And I know that when I go, I will be with my mother that left so long ago. But
right now, its my mission to stay with my children, and let them experience
what I never did.
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This
is the result of hearing Holes in the Floor of Heaven and watching Stepmom
(which was a really bad idea because it got me in hysterics). And some other
stuff. Please R&R
