Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Author's Notes: Hmm…it's been awhile since I've written anything. School is being SUCH a beeyatch. Well anyway, this was inspired by a picture I saw on TV of a little girl hugging her mom who's in the army. It's not that angsty even though I tried to make it that way. Ah well, it's pretty good for a half-hour piece of writing.
Dedication: To all those who have lost friends or family in the WTC attack and the firefighters and police who put their lives at risk so that others could have a chance to survive. Also to those fighting in the war against terrorism.
My Mommy is Dead
By Shi no Tenshi
My mommy is dead. She was the bravest person in the world. Braver than Daddy. Braver than Mr. Yuy. She's even braver than Leon the Lion.
Daddy's crying. I've never seen him cry before. Daddy's the bravest person in the world next to Mommy. He helped Mr. Yuy save the world. I wish I could be as brave as Mommy and Daddy. I guess I'm not because I'm crying too. I'm crying more than Daddy. Mommy wouldn't have cried. Mommy would have put on a smile and told me everything would be ok.
I know Mommy died fighting. She wouldn't yell or scream. She wouldn't give into those mean men who must have tortured her. Mommy would rather die than endanger Daddy or me. I know 'cuz she told me.
The day before her shuttle left, Mommy hugged me and said, "Don't worry Tina. Mommy won't do anything to hurt you or Daddy. Mommy's just going to go keep an eye on some bad men." Then she kissed Daddy and said something I couldn't hear, but Daddy smiled. It was kinda hard to tell 'cuz of Daddy's long bangs. Mommy said that Daddy smiled more after I was born 'cuz I was their little bundle of joy. Daddy said, "Be careful Miidi. I don't want to lose you again." I guess Mommy didn't listen to Daddy 'cuz we did lose her.
Daddy made me wear a black dress today. Mommy didn't like me wearing black dresses. She said it made my eyes dull. Mommy liked me wearing bright colors like yellow and purple. But Daddy said today was Mommy's funeral. Mommy's gonna be buried in the ground like Auntie Catherine after that circus accident. Daddy was crying that day too.
Mr. Duo has the Bible in his hand. He's saying stuff I don't understand though. I was only three when Auntie Catherine was buried, and I didn't understand what he was saying then either. Daddy took the cross he was wearing and put it in the big black box. I remember that two years ago Auntie Catherine was in a big box. How come Mommy's box is empty?
Daddy just gave me a black rose to put into the box. I wanted to tell him that Mommy didn't like black; she liked yellow, but Daddy wasn't listening. His eyes look gray today. Maybe he cried so much it washed the green out. Mommy's eyes were gray. She used to smile at my eyes and complain that I had pretty green eyes like Daddy and she was stuck with ugly gray ones. I told Mommy that her eyes weren't gray. They were silver, like that pretty ring she wears on her finger. She hugged me and told me I was a treasure. I miss Mommy.
Daddy's telling me how much Mommy loved me. He doesn't have to tell me that. Mommy always tells me that she loves me more than anything in the world. And Mommy's always right. Even Daddy says so. I hug Daddy. Mommy's gone up to be with God. Maybe someday I'll go there too, but for now, me and Daddy are going to keep living. Mommy would want it that way.