My Precious Gift
I'll never forget the day she entrusted me with her most precious gift. It was a day of great celebration and of great sadness. The day I held her gift in my hands, I knew there was no going back.
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Early memories
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My earliest memory would probably be meeting her.
It was mid spring when she moved in. I remember playing outside in my front yard, rolling around in the grass under the cool shade of the trees, picking flowers and climbing trees. Mom had called me in that afternoon and made me wash up and put on a dress. She always loved getting me all dressed up to meet new people. I was probably three at the time and when I had seen the moving truck roll up, I had thought it was the ice cream truck.
As we made our way over to her house, a basket of cookies and fresh lemonade as a greeting gift, we encountered her on the way, she also holding a greeting gift for us. Mom and she hit it off quickly.
Mom was thrilled to have a new neighbor, a new best friend. They spent hours talking, discussing recipes, gossiping, and dressing me up.
She had the longest hair I've ever seen, her chestnut colored hair flowed elegantly past her hips and I wondered often if it ever was heavy enough to tip her over. She had big hazel brown eyes and a smile that would dazzle and light up a room.
Izayoi.
She had been my first friend.
And I was probably her last memory.
Stepping into the house she once resided in, I struggled to keep the wobbling baby in my arms from falling.
"Shhh… shhh…" I stroked the baby's face gently, my mom holding the door open for me; watching me with worried eyes. Sitting down in the middle of the room, I rocked the baby back and forth.
"This should be your first memory… so make sure to remember, Inuyasha. This is your first house. And she, "pointing to the portrait in front of me, I tilted Inuyasha to see. "is your mother."
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