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Chapter 2: The Yearbook
Yes, now I am on the such to find my mother. I know little about her. All I know is that she was my mother, she had me when she was 19, she married my father right out of high school, and she really wanted a baby.
My brother knows that she was his mother too and that she died too young. Once I find out more, I will tell him.
When my father left for work, I went up to our attic to see if there was anything of my mom's. There was boxes and plastic tubs of things. I searched to find a box or tub marked Jamie. Their was nothing. Either my dad didn't put anything up here and he marked it differently.
Something got my eye. A box marked Lizzy. I remember my dad calling my mom, Lizzy. Because of her middle name, Elizabeth. I hear my father calling her Lizzy.
"Lizzy." my dad said and my mom would reply.
I opened the box careful, not to damage the goods inside of it. Few things were in there. My mom's green sweater. Her Bible. I dug down to the bottom. My hand touched a book. I pulled it out and brushed the dust of. Beaufort High School Yearbook. My mom's yearbook!
I opened it and found her picture. She looked so young and beautiful. Jamie Sullivan. I did find my dad's picture, but I was more interested in my mother. I flipped though it and came to the drama page. I saw a picture of the spring play and saw both my parents. My mother singing and my father kissing her. Then the cast picture and they were standing together.
I flipped to the autograph section and saw it was sighed by a few people. Either she didn't have many friends, or she didn't want many signatures. I did find one from my dad.
'Jamie, in the beginning, I know I hurt you. I was always making fun of you and taking your stuff, but now, I can't stand see that happen to you. My friends may not understand, but I don't care what they say, I want to be with you and take care of you.'
I finished reading it. I couldn't picture my father writting this. He never seemed the type. He is always so stern and non-emotional. The last time I heard him say I love you is at my mother's funeral, when they closed her casket. We hardly visit the cemetary, where she is buried, and whenever we drive past it, my dad speeds up.
I put the yearbook away and looked at the other things in there. I did find a picture of my parents wedding day. My father doesn't like to keep pictures of these around, only pictures of her by herself.
I closed the box and went downstairs. I had to make lunch for me and my brother.
P.S. What da ya Think?
Chapter 2: The Yearbook
Yes, now I am on the such to find my mother. I know little about her. All I know is that she was my mother, she had me when she was 19, she married my father right out of high school, and she really wanted a baby.
My brother knows that she was his mother too and that she died too young. Once I find out more, I will tell him.
When my father left for work, I went up to our attic to see if there was anything of my mom's. There was boxes and plastic tubs of things. I searched to find a box or tub marked Jamie. Their was nothing. Either my dad didn't put anything up here and he marked it differently.
Something got my eye. A box marked Lizzy. I remember my dad calling my mom, Lizzy. Because of her middle name, Elizabeth. I hear my father calling her Lizzy.
"Lizzy." my dad said and my mom would reply.
I opened the box careful, not to damage the goods inside of it. Few things were in there. My mom's green sweater. Her Bible. I dug down to the bottom. My hand touched a book. I pulled it out and brushed the dust of. Beaufort High School Yearbook. My mom's yearbook!
I opened it and found her picture. She looked so young and beautiful. Jamie Sullivan. I did find my dad's picture, but I was more interested in my mother. I flipped though it and came to the drama page. I saw a picture of the spring play and saw both my parents. My mother singing and my father kissing her. Then the cast picture and they were standing together.
I flipped to the autograph section and saw it was sighed by a few people. Either she didn't have many friends, or she didn't want many signatures. I did find one from my dad.
'Jamie, in the beginning, I know I hurt you. I was always making fun of you and taking your stuff, but now, I can't stand see that happen to you. My friends may not understand, but I don't care what they say, I want to be with you and take care of you.'
I finished reading it. I couldn't picture my father writting this. He never seemed the type. He is always so stern and non-emotional. The last time I heard him say I love you is at my mother's funeral, when they closed her casket. We hardly visit the cemetary, where she is buried, and whenever we drive past it, my dad speeds up.
I put the yearbook away and looked at the other things in there. I did find a picture of my parents wedding day. My father doesn't like to keep pictures of these around, only pictures of her by herself.
I closed the box and went downstairs. I had to make lunch for me and my brother.
P.S. What da ya Think?