There was always something wrong with her. Never quite right. It didn't matter, her mother and father loved her all the same. But lately, things seem to be going downhill. Perhaps because she was premature making her legs weak and unstable, perhaps it was because she already had Autism and ADHD, it didn't matter, she still had spirit. She knew there was something wrong. Of course she did, all the trips to the hospital but that just made her dreams stronger. She wanted to be normal, she hated having all these problems. She hated being operated on, feeling imperfect, little did she know, the pain it caused her parents. But there were two parts of her that no one could destroy, those pretty brown eyes and her spirit. Even though others teased her, her spirit was strong. Even though she could never express her feelings, her spirit was strong. Even though, half the time people sympathised her, her spirit was still strong. Nothing else could break her down, they thought...
She was forever feeling tired and light headed. But when she started fainting regulaly, things got serious, fast. Her heart beat wasn't right, another thing to add to the ever growing list of her problems. 'She has to stay at the hospital until she got better.' Her parents would always say. They didn't want to think about their child dying before they did. Well, no one really did, or does.
It wasn't like they didn't try. Of course they did, they had so much faith that she would make it. She had a favourite nurse at the hospital, the nurse would always stay with her when her parents weren't allowed. The nurse would braid her black hair, the same hair as her mother, and would always talk about other boys and girls who survived what she was going through, just to put her mind at ease, for a while.
Nothing ever completely eased her when she was there, despite being young, she knew why she was there. She knew something was wrong, yet, she never wanted to be somebody else, she loved who she was. She was unique. Perfectly imperfect, pretty brown eyes.
That had became her nickname. No one called her what she was actually called, they all called her Pretty Brown Eyes. Some called her that to raise her self confidence, some called her that because it was pretty and some because she had big brown eyes filled with hope, even though not many others had it for pretty brown eyes.
But all the hope in the world, can't escape reality.
Amy sat with her daughter, she noticed the slowing heart moniter. She knew deep down inside this was her last night. As much as it pained her, she knew what she had to say
"Sweetie, just close your eyes." Amy was already crying, her daughter looked up at her confused
"But I'm not tired." Amy knew this day was coming, but it wasn't any easier. She took a deep breathe and tried to control her emotions
"I know your not tired, but your body is. So just close your eyes" She noticed the heart moniter slow down.
"Okay, but I don't get why your upset mommy. I know I'm going to get through this. I'm going to make you so proud mommy. You can tell all your friends that didn't believe that I could make it that I did. You don't need medicine, you just need fairy trust and pixie dust." Amy saw her pretty brown eyes close. She just stared down at her daughter, tears falling quick from her eyes. She heard the heart moniter slowly come to a stop. She knew it was over. She watched hopingly that she would see them pretty brown eyes one more time, she knew it was stupid, but she still did it. A nurse walked into the room.
"Ma'am, it's time for you to go." Amy picked up her bag, the nurse closed the door, giving her a moment alone with her daughter.
"Mommy and Daddy will see you soon, but not for a while, mommy loves you." Amy kisses her on her forehead. She was about to leave "Bye, bye, Pretty Brown Eyes."