Okay, this is a little different to After Paris but basically it's my idea of Jenny's mom before she died, and her thoughts on Jenny. Just something I wrote in college. R&R please? I'm not sure what I think about it and if you have any ideas for ways to make it into an extended story, let me know, or is it okay like this? Anyway, I'm jabbering, but R&R guys!
I looked in the mirror, ashamed of how I looked. I used to be so beautiful, but now I looked old and pale. My skin hung, fitting itself around my now hollow cheek bones, which used to be so prominent and perfect. My now dull blue eyes, once so bright and full of life and mischief, were now sunken and dim, like the life was literally leaving my body. But despite all that, my eyes still held a sense of wisdom, which I had acquired over the years. They always had and I know that part of that wisdom is the knowledge that I was slowly running out of time… this illness was killing me.
I reached into my draw slowly, the simple movement causing pain to run through my body and from that draw I pulled out a pristine envelope, brown and boring. Placing the envelope on my dressing table, I then picked up my best pen and wrote
The last will and testament of
Sophina Shepard
I had left everything to my daughter; Jenny and her father, my husband Jasper. I turned around in my chair and looked around me. Our family house has been in the Shepard family for years now and I want it to stay that way. The master bedroom in which I now sat, was a large room with antique furniture and basic décor, and in the fading light, it looked even more old fashioned and dark.
As I sat, staring around the now empty room, I remembered the day I bought Jennifer home. She was so quiet and barely cried, and as she grew up, she remained that way. Jenny was never one to show emotion, a trait she learned from her father, despite me trying to persuade otherwise; that emotions need to be shown, acknowledged and sometimes she needs to follow her heart and not just her head and the common sense that her father had drilled into her. Jenny always kept to herself and she always knew what she wanted in life; to be the first female director of a federal agency in America. I am so proud of my daughter, as she is already part way there; she has got so far in life.