"Anni, dear, would you please feed Boshes while I'm gone?" the woman rasped, holding her hand out to take the girl's in her own.
The young girl's face was sparkling with tears as more and more spilled out from her eyes. She squeezed the woman's hand gently. "Mom...Boshes is gone, remember?" she said, her voice choking with so much crying. She took several, uneven breaths.
"Oh yes...well, will you still watch over him, Allison?" she asked again. She did not realize her daughter was crying. She did not realize she was laying on her deathbed. All she knew was slowly draining from her mind. Everything she created, her family, her success, everything, was being forgotten.
"Yes, mom. Anything for you," her daughter replied, shaking her head and lowering it, not wanting to reprimand the woman for getting her name wrong again. She grit her teeth in anger. The most important woman in Anei's life was slowly fading away.
"Anei. Don't forget. I'll always love you..." the woman trailed off, her hand going limp in Anei's own, and her whole body turning cold.
Anei buried her face in her arms as she sobbed into the maroon blankets on her mother's bed. Her mother, her best friend, the one woman who set all mother's apart...gone.
"Damn it!" Anei cried, pounding her fist on the hard nightstand that was sitting next to her. She felt a comforting arm slid around her shoulders as she cried. The man crouched next to her, pulling her towards him, and holding her close as Anei wept into his chest, soaking his shirt. She suddenly abandoned crying into his chest, and glared at her mom. Her father watched her, pity etched into every wrinkle on his face. "I hate you! Why did you have to just die! I could've taken it, you hear me? I COULD'VE TAKEN IT, AND LIVED!" she roared, tears clouding her vision. She stood, and sprinted out of the room, to her own.
Anei ripped miscellaneous items of clothing from her closet, furiously stuffing them into her duffel bag she grabbed from the top shelf. She shoved all of her memorable items, pictures, a journal, and drawings. She ran into the kitchen, pushing bread, a few bottles of water, some canned soups, and silverware into the bag, yanking it shut, and running out of the house.
"I could've taken him, and lived to see you again," she murmured, ignoring her father's pleas to come back.
The young girl's face was sparkling with tears as more and more spilled out from her eyes. She squeezed the woman's hand gently. "Mom...Boshes is gone, remember?" she said, her voice choking with so much crying. She took several, uneven breaths.
"Oh yes...well, will you still watch over him, Allison?" she asked again. She did not realize her daughter was crying. She did not realize she was laying on her deathbed. All she knew was slowly draining from her mind. Everything she created, her family, her success, everything, was being forgotten.
"Yes, mom. Anything for you," her daughter replied, shaking her head and lowering it, not wanting to reprimand the woman for getting her name wrong again. She grit her teeth in anger. The most important woman in Anei's life was slowly fading away.
"Anei. Don't forget. I'll always love you..." the woman trailed off, her hand going limp in Anei's own, and her whole body turning cold.
Anei buried her face in her arms as she sobbed into the maroon blankets on her mother's bed. Her mother, her best friend, the one woman who set all mother's apart...gone.
"Damn it!" Anei cried, pounding her fist on the hard nightstand that was sitting next to her. She felt a comforting arm slid around her shoulders as she cried. The man crouched next to her, pulling her towards him, and holding her close as Anei wept into his chest, soaking his shirt. She suddenly abandoned crying into his chest, and glared at her mom. Her father watched her, pity etched into every wrinkle on his face. "I hate you! Why did you have to just die! I could've taken it, you hear me? I COULD'VE TAKEN IT, AND LIVED!" she roared, tears clouding her vision. She stood, and sprinted out of the room, to her own.
Anei ripped miscellaneous items of clothing from her closet, furiously stuffing them into her duffel bag she grabbed from the top shelf. She shoved all of her memorable items, pictures, a journal, and drawings. She ran into the kitchen, pushing bread, a few bottles of water, some canned soups, and silverware into the bag, yanking it shut, and running out of the house.
"I could've taken him, and lived to see you again," she murmured, ignoring her father's pleas to come back.