Prologue
When I was a little girl maybe five or six I had horrible nightmares. I would wake up screaming for my mommy and of course she never came. Instead my cousin Jasper who was one year older came. Jasper slept in my bed many nights after comforting me from one of my nightmares. He was my best friend the only friend I had and I loved him very much.
One thing that really bothered Jasper was that I could never remember the dream when I woke up. In reality I did remember but I would never tell Jasper he would never sleep again.
Other than the nightmares I had what appeared to be the perfect life. I lived with my aunt and uncle in a fairly nice house on the coast of the tip of Florida. Jasper and I would run around our private beach playing and laughing the on days when we didn't have school. Every Sunday we were sitting in the pews of our church. And my aunt Jean made sure we both had all our homework done and kept up with our schoolwork.
When we had long breaks from school like spring break or summer we would take trips to Europe and Hawaii and other fabulous places. My favorite place we ever went to was Australia. We had a ton of fun and it was there I met my best friend after Jasper Cameron. She was a gorgeous girl in the second grade. The same grade as me at the time and she lived in North Georgia. We had hotel rooms next to each other and we spent a lot of nights sitting and talking. But when we went home I never saw her again although we talked on the phone and sent letters back and forth we slowly grew apart. And then she moved and we never heard from each other again.
Right before I started he seventh grade I met my mother for the first time. She had long almost black hair in contrast to my strawberry blonde hair and she had a large strong build while I looked almost to fragile to touch. The only thing I saw that made us look alike was our eyes. We both had vivid green eyes that Jasper says can pierce any mans heart. Anyways my mother barely even looked at me she visited with my aunt for a couple of hours in private. After that she left in a hurry and returned the next day with an infant in her arms. She handed the baby to me went back to her car to get a few of the baby's things. While she was outside with my aunt I looked at the baby boy in my arms which I presumed was my brother. He had hazel eyes and soft brown hair. He looked like a sweet angel. After my mother brought in all of his things she kissed my forehead and said "now you take care of your baby brother Crystal you hear?"
"Yea mama," I replied looking up in surprise, "what's his name though?"
"His name is Matthew and he is only 3 month old so you need to be very careful with him." She replied. She then turned and hugged Aunt Jean and tousled Jasper hair. My Uncle John came out of his office to bid her fair well and that was the last I ever saw of my long lost mother.
When I was a little girl maybe five or six I had horrible nightmares. I would wake up screaming for my mommy and of course she never came. Instead my cousin Jasper who was one year older came. Jasper slept in my bed many nights after comforting me from one of my nightmares. He was my best friend the only friend I had and I loved him very much.
One thing that really bothered Jasper was that I could never remember the dream when I woke up. In reality I did remember but I would never tell Jasper he would never sleep again.
Other than the nightmares I had what appeared to be the perfect life. I lived with my aunt and uncle in a fairly nice house on the coast of the tip of Florida. Jasper and I would run around our private beach playing and laughing the on days when we didn't have school. Every Sunday we were sitting in the pews of our church. And my aunt Jean made sure we both had all our homework done and kept up with our schoolwork.
When we had long breaks from school like spring break or summer we would take trips to Europe and Hawaii and other fabulous places. My favorite place we ever went to was Australia. We had a ton of fun and it was there I met my best friend after Jasper Cameron. She was a gorgeous girl in the second grade. The same grade as me at the time and she lived in North Georgia. We had hotel rooms next to each other and we spent a lot of nights sitting and talking. But when we went home I never saw her again although we talked on the phone and sent letters back and forth we slowly grew apart. And then she moved and we never heard from each other again.
Right before I started he seventh grade I met my mother for the first time. She had long almost black hair in contrast to my strawberry blonde hair and she had a large strong build while I looked almost to fragile to touch. The only thing I saw that made us look alike was our eyes. We both had vivid green eyes that Jasper says can pierce any mans heart. Anyways my mother barely even looked at me she visited with my aunt for a couple of hours in private. After that she left in a hurry and returned the next day with an infant in her arms. She handed the baby to me went back to her car to get a few of the baby's things. While she was outside with my aunt I looked at the baby boy in my arms which I presumed was my brother. He had hazel eyes and soft brown hair. He looked like a sweet angel. After my mother brought in all of his things she kissed my forehead and said "now you take care of your baby brother Crystal you hear?"
"Yea mama," I replied looking up in surprise, "what's his name though?"
"His name is Matthew and he is only 3 month old so you need to be very careful with him." She replied. She then turned and hugged Aunt Jean and tousled Jasper hair. My Uncle John came out of his office to bid her fair well and that was the last I ever saw of my long lost mother.