Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, unfortunately. Please enjoy.
This is going to be a story in very short segments! Thank you for taking time out of your days to read it :)
Sakura remembers the sound of her mother choking on blood. How it splattered all over the clothes she had bought last Sunday and how the pretty sunflower dress that Sakura was wearing dirtied with blood and sweat and tears.
Sakura remembers how her mother grabbed her tiny body in fear, her eyes wide and blue—afraid. How her mother cried and bruised Sakura's wrists, as she called out to ghosts unseen.
Sakura remembers how she did not get sick—how she did not get sick and so she took care of her mother. She washed the vomit, cleaned the bile off the sticky bathroom floor and wiped the sweat off her fevered brow. She remembers how her mother collapsed in the middle of a shower and Sakura had to drag her out of the tub and dry her off, dressing her and petting her with trembling fingers.
Sakura remembers how her mother's body cooled down on the eve of Christmas and then her breathing slowly right after.
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