hapter Two
Eight Years Later…
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!" Maria yelled the moment her eyes opened in the morning. Her voice was heard through the empty house. She jumped off her bed and ran down stairs to the living room. There they were, her yearly presents. They were all laid neatly on the coffee table. These presents were sent to her by daddy uncle Max and aunt Lizzy and grand-pa and grand- ma. She didn't really care what they sent her. Probably some new toys or some dresses: nothing new, well maybe in color or size but that's all.
Maria pushed all the presents to the side or the floor until she found what she was looking for. It was an aged looking envelope with a big number eight on it. It was her mother's eighth letter. This letter just as the previous seven were written by her mother before she died. Maria kissed the letter and then ran up the stares and back to her room. She locked the door jumped on her bed, opened the letter and began to read it.
Dear Maria, how are you? "I am fine, thank you." Maria answered her mother's written question and continued reading.
Today is your eighth birthday. You are a big girl now and probably look like your father. "No! I look like you!" Maria whined at the letter.
So tell me, sweetheart, does your father still put his suit on backwards when he is late to work? Maria nodded, giggling and continued. I thought so.
Oh, baby girl, I miss you so much! "I miss you too, Mommy." Maria whispered.
This will be my last letter that I will write to you. Maria's eyes watered. You are a big girl today Maria, and I believe that you will know what to do after finishing reading this letter. In this letter I will tell you a story. Well, this story is about a me, daddy and Maria… "Maria?" The little girl echoed and continued reading.
TBC…
Eight Years Later…
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!" Maria yelled the moment her eyes opened in the morning. Her voice was heard through the empty house. She jumped off her bed and ran down stairs to the living room. There they were, her yearly presents. They were all laid neatly on the coffee table. These presents were sent to her by daddy uncle Max and aunt Lizzy and grand-pa and grand- ma. She didn't really care what they sent her. Probably some new toys or some dresses: nothing new, well maybe in color or size but that's all.
Maria pushed all the presents to the side or the floor until she found what she was looking for. It was an aged looking envelope with a big number eight on it. It was her mother's eighth letter. This letter just as the previous seven were written by her mother before she died. Maria kissed the letter and then ran up the stares and back to her room. She locked the door jumped on her bed, opened the letter and began to read it.
Dear Maria, how are you? "I am fine, thank you." Maria answered her mother's written question and continued reading.
Today is your eighth birthday. You are a big girl now and probably look like your father. "No! I look like you!" Maria whined at the letter.
So tell me, sweetheart, does your father still put his suit on backwards when he is late to work? Maria nodded, giggling and continued. I thought so.
Oh, baby girl, I miss you so much! "I miss you too, Mommy." Maria whispered.
This will be my last letter that I will write to you. Maria's eyes watered. You are a big girl today Maria, and I believe that you will know what to do after finishing reading this letter. In this letter I will tell you a story. Well, this story is about a me, daddy and Maria… "Maria?" The little girl echoed and continued reading.
TBC…
