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Memories of You

Chapter 3

Raven flung herself on the bed; a small blush stained her cheeks. The blush probably wouldn't go away for some time. After all, she had finally gotten Lonewolf to kiss her!

Giggling she rolled over, hugging a pillow. God and she thought her blush had been bad, his was even brighter! Rolling over again she came into contact with a hard object. Turning to look at whatever it was, her gaze found the Mother's Journal. Looking up at the clock Raven decided that she could read a little bit more before bed.

Opening the book once again, she began to read.

From Baby to Pre-school Child

"As a baby, you were cared by me and your father. Though we had your uncles and aunts care for you as well."

"Your first word was cake. Your father still thinks, to this very day, that Joey and Tristan were the ones at fault for that."

"You were fascinated with snakes, much to our despair. (Especially your father. Goodness, there were times were he wouldn't let you out.)"

"An object that you became attached to was your baby blanket. Lord, you never let it out of your sight."

Raven laughed softly. She still had her blanket. As matter of fact, it was in her room.

"When you were around other children you tended to take charge. Like your father. It was the funniest thing too."

"Once you could move around on your own you loved to play outside and as you got older it didn't change. You loved to explore, I guess you got that from both of us."

"One time you really worried us was our first trip to the store. Your father and I were trying to decide on what to by when you slipped away. Let me tell you something, Atem tore that store up trying to find you. He was half tempted to call Seto."

Raven was laughing, really hard. She could easily picture her Father turning into Papa Bear running around everywhere to find her.

"At bedtime you would have one of us read a story to you. You loved The Grimm Brother's stories. I believe the story book is still in your room, somewhere."

Off to School

"Your first school was Domino Elementary. (K-5) You were the Queen there. The teachers loved you, good grades, and the worst thing; you got into so much trouble! Your father and I were there at least four times a mouth."

"Your first teacher was Mrs. Cherry. You loved her name. (And who would blame you for loving her name.)"

"You handled doing to school was simple; we clipped a marshmallow that had a face on it to your backpack. (I thought it was cute, your father found it ridiculous.) But it kept you happy because we told you that Mr. Marshmallow was our eyes and that we would know everything he did."

Raven gasped softly and got up to go in her room. She opened the door and there he was, Mr. Marshmallow. She picked him up and took him back to her parent's room and continued to read.

"On your first day you didn't want to go at all. You cried so much that your father finally gave in and took you home. (He was such a big teddy bear when he came home with you that day.)"

"When we left you there, (we both went) we were both panicked. It killed your father the most. If you ever came home crying about some bully he would march up to the school, (looking like a demon, I might add.) and demand to know why you were being pushed around."

She laughed because she actually remembered a few of them.

"Mrs. Cherry told me you were the perfect little angel, though it took her a few times for you to get out of your quiet shell."

"At that age you said you would grow up to be a chef."

Middle School

"Your attitude about school was the same-old, same-old for every typical child starting out with middle school. You hated the fact that you had to get up so early and that you left so much later."

"In your free time, you and your father would play video games. I think the paint fell off one time when you two got through with cursing words because a few days later he went to go get pain and repainted it. I asked him why but he wouldn't say. (He denies it to this day that the paint fell off because of your words.)"

"During the summers you hand out with friends, but we went on lots of trips, too. You were barely home most of the time."

"As you grew older, your personality bloomed. My favorite thing about you was how you would look at life and its challenges with a fearless look in your eyes, unconcerned if you would get hurt; you just had it in you."

"The clothes you wore killed your father. Short, short, shorts and the so called 'shirts' that you wore had him sweating pools when you went out with your friends. (I still laugh at him.)"

She laughed softly as she remembered a fight with her Dad. He told her, pointing stiffly up to her room, to change into suitable clothes that wouldn't give the boys any ideas.

"I first started to think of you as a 'grown-up' when you started to pack your own lunch and clean your own clothes. I had done it for so long; it made my heart hitch seeing you do it yourself."

Raven sighed, had she known this would happen; she would have let her Mom make lunch, even in high school.

"I was so proud of you when you through-out your life, every day I was proud of you. Your father is the same, my dear. He watched you grow from just an infant that he once held in his arms and now, a grown girl heading down a wonderful path. Though you two had fights, he still loved you, never, ever forget that my treasure.

Raven pressed a shaking hand to her mouth as silent tears trickled down her cheeks. Gods, she could feel the love that her Mom wrote in the book. Wiping them away, she turned the page, oblivious of time at the moment.

High School

When I took you to high school, I felt like crying, but you just looked out the window and looked on with a fearless look in your eyes. You turned to me and gave me a hug and told me to tell your father to stop worrying about you.

In high school, you were interested in art. You excelled in it so well that you even took collage classes. Your father was very proud of that.

I was always impressed at your ability to get past your deeds, bad or good; you walked forward without guilt, without anything that would hold you back from your dream to succeed.

When you first started dating, it was then I truly feared for your father's health. Instead, if you brought over any boys to meet us your father would scare them half to death. But I am thankful to this day that he could sniff out cheaters. (Sometimes I even thought he was a demon.)

Raven giggled as she remembered. Those stupid boys, only a fool would try and get in her pants.

You were worried about collage all the time. Your father assured you many times that you would get only the best, but still, you worried.

After high school, instead of going out-of-state like everyone though, you stayed here in our hometown to stay close.

Graduation day was day of happy tears. Your diploma is till hanging up in a frame that your father just had to put up.

Raven's eyes widened. Really? He had framed it? Huh, guess she would just have to look on the walls. She turned the page and gasped in shock.

See How You've Grown!

Pictures of her as she started out in her Mom and Father's arms until her until she was in high school, there was even ultra sound pictures! A few pictures of her mother, pregnant with her.

Dad was in almost every one of those pictures. There was one picture that she loved. Her Mom and Dad were curled up in a hospital bed with her right in the middle of them.

One got her laughing. She was a toddler in this one, pulling on her Dad's blond bang. Her laughter stopped when she looked at the time.

"Oh crap! I'm never going to wake up for tomorrow . . ." she groaned, closing the book gently. She set it aside and snuggled under the covers, enjoying the warmth that spread through her.

Sleep pulled her into the world of dreams, as the stress melted away.

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