It was a lovely morning, Sunday. My mother was washing dishes after breakfast and I was playing with my four brothers, their names were Jack, Josh, John and Jacob. John was a baby, Jacob was two, Josh was three and Jack was the oldest, five. Other than me, I'm twelve years old, (soon to be thirteen, my birthday was in a week).
I was feeding John when the Maid (Samantha) ran in the room. I looked up quickly, worried; Samantha looked horribly scared, as if she'd seen a ghost!
"What's wrong Samantha??" I asked standing up.
"Oh dear child, your mother! She's ill, she's now laying in bed you must come!" She said gently taking John from my arms.
I ran into my mother's room and I sat beside her bed. "Mother, what's wrong? What do you have?"
"We cannot tell Mindy." She said. She sounded like she was in pain.
"What does it feel like? Flu? Or is it worse? Oh mother I'm scared!"
"Darling I am not sure. Go; take care of your brothers. " I nodded and ran into the room where my brothers were.
"Samantha, take care of mother please." I said as I took John.
"Mindy, is momma gonna be okay?" Jack asked me. I looked into his round green eyes.
"I don't know." I said sadly. The maids daughter (Thalia) looked up at me.
"I'm sorry about your mother." She said quietly. I didn't answer, I was starting to think that my mother wouldn't make it through the day, I started to cry. Thalia rushed to my side, "Are you okay?" she asked me worriedly.
I shook my head, "My mother… She… She isn't going to make it… is she?" I said still crying.
Thalia didn't know what to say, she wasn't sure I could tell. Just then Samantha came in the room.
"Mindy…"
"I know…" I said starting to cry more as I headed to my mother's room, there she lay, hurting, dying… "Mother." I made out through my tears. I sat by her bed and stroked her hair. She looked at me.
"Mindy, I love you." She said taking her last breath, she closed her eyes… She was gone.