Okay, this title is actually taken from a book, but as long as I tell you that it's not mine, that's okay. I don't own Invader Zim.
When I was little, I would ask mamma, " What happens when you die? ". This question always caught my mother off guard.
" Gazzy, I don't know for sure, but I think that you see the face and hear the voice of the people you love and then you see it… "
"See what? "
" The sun. On a warm garden with cherry blossoms. "
This answer always mystified me to no end, but I never questioned the theory, and scorned all that told me different. The preschool teacher could talk for hours about pearly gates, St. Peter and a big book with your life history on it, but it made no impression. Daddy said that it was light explosions caused by increased nervous activity, and that what mamma said was a bunch of superstitious "hooha".
Mamma had only a high school education because she had to drop out to marry daddy. She always said that daddy was smart enough for the both of them. But to me, she was wiser than a thousand Drexle professors.
Then one day, some bum stabbed mamma for two dollars in change. She lay in the hospital bed holding Dib's and my hands. And then her eyes lit up, and she smiled…. And then she died.
I was so lonely then, that I remembered that if you bled enough, you would die, and then I would be with mamma. I took a sharp knife and was about to use it when daddy grabbed my hand. I screamed, " I wanna be with mamma, I wanna be with mamma!" Daddy shook me and yelled, " SHUT UP OR YOU'LL NEVER BE WITH MAMMA! " I was quiet then.
Ages five to ten, I stayed in the house crying when not at school and comforted myself with video games. Ages eleven to twenty, I moonlighted in rehab, Walking into walls that I thought were doors and talking to people who weren't there, but when they went away, there was always mamma.
Ages twenty up, I bought a one room apartment and worked as a secretary for a pharmesutical company. I pulled out an existence. Till one day, I grew sick, and old, and sat in my apartment with the lights out, hardly moving from my chair. Even now, I can remember that sweet voice, that wonderful laugh, those loving hands. Even now, when I can start to feel the sun on that garden filled with cherry blossoms, I remember mamma.
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