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Chapter 3 Jonny
Present I stared out my bedroom window and thought. Yeah Hadji knew what I was going to write about. It happened about 6 years ago when I was 10.
6 years ago
I ran out of the school building that warm summer day. School was out for the summer and I couldn't wait to get home. We had been living in Maine for about 2 years now, and it felt like home. About a year ago, Momma started getting sick, really sick. She even had to go to the doctors' office. Come to find out, she had cancer. For a while she was getting better but all of a sudden she got worse. The Chemotherapy she underwent made her throw up when she got home.
For the past month, she had been confined to the hospital. Dad said that Momma doesn't have much more time. I wanted to spend a lot more time with her.
"Jonny! Wait up!" My brother, Hadji was right behind me, struggling to get his backpack on. I stopped suddenly.
"Hey look it's Race." I pointed to my dad's bodyguard. I suddenly got a bad feeling. "Come on let's go see what he wants." I said to Hadji.
"All right" he said as we started running to his car.
"Hey kiddos." He greeted. I could tell from the sound of his voice that something was definatly wrong. "Hurry up and get in the car." He said.
After we got in, he started the car and left the school parking lot. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm afraid it's not good." He replied. "Your mother's getting worse. Your father sent me to get you two."
"I hope she will be all right," Hadji said.
A short time later we arrived at the hospital. I saw my dad sitting in the hallway. He glanced up at us as we came to him.
"Dad?" I asked, "How is she?"
"The doctor's with her now. I don't really know much right now." He sighed. "How was your last day of school?" he asked.
"All right." Hadji said.
We stayed with Momma up till visiting hours where over. Then Race took us home.
I remember hearing the phone ring in the middle of the night that night. I didn't think much of it.
The next morning when I woke up there was a small package at the foot of my bed with a small note attached to it.
My dear Jonny,
I knew that this was something you really wanted.
You kept asking for this and I convinced your father to
Let you have it. Take good care of it, my Angelboy. Remember,
I love you so much.
Love,
Momma.
I opened the box and out jumped a small white dog with a black "mask". He instantly started licking my face. I laughed and quickly named the dog Bandit.
I went downstairs, with Bandit in my arms. I was surprised to see that Dad was home. Lately he's been staying at the hospital with Momma.
"Hey Son," he greeted. There was something different about him.
"Hey Dad. What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." He said, "Your Momma died last night. I called Race last night and told him and he picked me up this morning."
"What?" I was stunned.
A few days later, we held her funeral in a small cemetery. I remember looking into the coffin and seeing her face. She looked like she was alive. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Hadji. He wiped a tear from my eyes with the back of his hand. I didn't realize that I had been crying.
From then on I relied on Hadji a lot whenever I thought about my mother.
Chapter 3 Jonny
Present I stared out my bedroom window and thought. Yeah Hadji knew what I was going to write about. It happened about 6 years ago when I was 10.
6 years ago
I ran out of the school building that warm summer day. School was out for the summer and I couldn't wait to get home. We had been living in Maine for about 2 years now, and it felt like home. About a year ago, Momma started getting sick, really sick. She even had to go to the doctors' office. Come to find out, she had cancer. For a while she was getting better but all of a sudden she got worse. The Chemotherapy she underwent made her throw up when she got home.
For the past month, she had been confined to the hospital. Dad said that Momma doesn't have much more time. I wanted to spend a lot more time with her.
"Jonny! Wait up!" My brother, Hadji was right behind me, struggling to get his backpack on. I stopped suddenly.
"Hey look it's Race." I pointed to my dad's bodyguard. I suddenly got a bad feeling. "Come on let's go see what he wants." I said to Hadji.
"All right" he said as we started running to his car.
"Hey kiddos." He greeted. I could tell from the sound of his voice that something was definatly wrong. "Hurry up and get in the car." He said.
After we got in, he started the car and left the school parking lot. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm afraid it's not good." He replied. "Your mother's getting worse. Your father sent me to get you two."
"I hope she will be all right," Hadji said.
A short time later we arrived at the hospital. I saw my dad sitting in the hallway. He glanced up at us as we came to him.
"Dad?" I asked, "How is she?"
"The doctor's with her now. I don't really know much right now." He sighed. "How was your last day of school?" he asked.
"All right." Hadji said.
We stayed with Momma up till visiting hours where over. Then Race took us home.
I remember hearing the phone ring in the middle of the night that night. I didn't think much of it.
The next morning when I woke up there was a small package at the foot of my bed with a small note attached to it.
My dear Jonny,
I knew that this was something you really wanted.
You kept asking for this and I convinced your father to
Let you have it. Take good care of it, my Angelboy. Remember,
I love you so much.
Love,
Momma.
I opened the box and out jumped a small white dog with a black "mask". He instantly started licking my face. I laughed and quickly named the dog Bandit.
I went downstairs, with Bandit in my arms. I was surprised to see that Dad was home. Lately he's been staying at the hospital with Momma.
"Hey Son," he greeted. There was something different about him.
"Hey Dad. What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news." He said, "Your Momma died last night. I called Race last night and told him and he picked me up this morning."
"What?" I was stunned.
A few days later, we held her funeral in a small cemetery. I remember looking into the coffin and seeing her face. She looked like she was alive. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Hadji. He wiped a tear from my eyes with the back of his hand. I didn't realize that I had been crying.
From then on I relied on Hadji a lot whenever I thought about my mother.