***Hello, everyone, and merry Christmas too! And here I am with a one-shot that has... absolutely nothing to do with Christmas! Anyways, Manny belongs to Becky Sloan and Joe Pelling (as do any other characters), and let's get on in!
Manny walked through the graveyard, holding a paper. His footsteps were slow, and the wind was so cold that it made him wish he had a heavier coat to wear on top of his overalls. But, that wasn't why he was here.
He eventually found the right grave stone and sat down in front of it. "Hi, Mommy," he said. The words still felt strange coming off of his tongue.
"Happy birthday! I know I never got to meet you, 'cause Daddy told me that you died on my birthday. But... but everyone deserves to have a party on their birthday. Harry always says, 'No, that sounds really boring'," he said. He giggled at how bad his imitation of his friend was just then.
"Well, Harry thinks that lotsa things are boring. At least Robbin's fun, even if he doesn't like the little baby pigeons," he went on. But one little baby pigeon wasn't very nice...
Manny shook that memory off. He looked at the box in his hands; messily wrapped in blue wrapping paper with a red bow on top.
"I made a present for you! I had to make it in my room so Miss Paige wouldn't ruin it like she ruined my clown picture because she says that green is not a creative color. It's your favorite color, and my favorite too!" he said.
He gently put it on top of the grave and unwrapped it. Inside was a flower made from pink and green paper.
"I made it just for you. Miss Paige taught us how to make flowers before she made us do grosss stuff. An organ cake tastes nasty," Manny recalled, grimacing. He gently put the flower up against the tombstone.
"Daddy doesn't talk a lot any more to me. He doesn't really talk to anyone any more, actually. He talks to himself a lot, and I looked in his room one time, and he was talking to picture of you. Sorta like you were still living with us. I looked at some of the pictures one time when he was at work, and you were really pretty," he went on.
He smiled sadly. "I wish you were still living with us, and that the angels didn't take you away on my birthday. It made Daddy sad..." He wiped away some tears that he realized were falling down his yellow cheeks. "But... it's okay. I have Harry and Robbin! They're my best friends, and they make me happy, and... and..."
He wasn't even able to finish his sentence. Rather, he just laid down at his mother's grave, eyes spilling over with tears and voice cracking.
"I-I miss you, Mommy... I miss you so much..."
***I have no regrets writing DHMIS fanfiction. I know it was short, but short can be good. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!