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After considering you suggestions and considering the story…I'm going to change the format a just write in Sarah's POV, with little blurps from the other characters. So R&R if you like the change or if you want me to go back to the other format.

I crawled into my bed and laid there trying to calm down. I wondered what all Heather was telling Olivia. After a few minutes, they came into my room together. Heather sat down first then Olivia sat on the other side. I scooted closer to Heather. Olivia turned to talk to me and I found myself leaning into Heather. Heather wrapped her arms around me and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

Olivia said," I'm sorry I was late, but I had to work…"
I whispered softly," Work is always more important." I knew my words would sting. I could see the pain in Olivia's eyes.
She said," Work is not more important. You are the most important thing in the world to me, Sarah…you are more important."
I just shook my head and asked," Then why can't you come home when you say you will or sit down and eat dinner with me. I just wanna be like every other kid. I want someone at home when I get home and I want someone to force me to do my homework and follow the rules. I want a family again…"
Olivia said," I'm trying as hard as I can Sarah. This is all new to me too. I'm just trying to figure out what to do."
I said," But I don't have time for you to figure it out. I'm only this age once. I already lost my mom, and I don't wanna lose anyone else. I love Heather, but she's just a friend, a really good friend, but you are supposed to be my parent now. Olivia you are all I have now. You're it. You have to be my family now, and right now you're not being it."
I turned and looked at Heather, and said," I just wanna go to sleep. I'm tired."
Olivia said," I'll tuck you in like I used too if you want."
I said," It's okay, Heather can do it."

I know what I said hurt Olivia, but at the moment, I didn't care. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted her to know how I felt when I was alone and what it felt like to feel alone and know you weren't.

Olivia went to kiss me goodnight but I pushed her away. She slowly got up and walked to the door. She turned around trying not to cry as she walked out she said," I love you Sarah, good night."
I turned over as she walked out. Tears slowly poured from my eyes. Heather didn't say anything for a few minutes. She knelt down beside my bed and pulled the covers out from under me.
She said," Under the covers."
I slid into the covers and she pulled them up around me.
She sat there for another minute before she asked," Can you turn over and look at me for a minute?"

I finally did. I had tears pouring from my eyes. She wiped them away and said," It'll be better tomorrow. Olivia is off and you don't have school, and I'll be back. We'll try talking again tomorrow. Good night."
She kissed my forehead and turned the light off as she walked out.
I heard her and Olivia talking.

After the apartment got quiet, I got up and turned my light back on. I opened my closet and pulled out the box I had hidden on the back of the top shelve.
I sat down on the floor and leaned back against my bed. I opened the box slowly. I missed that smell so much. The whole box was filled with it.

Roses…it was the way my mom smelled.

She loved roses. Everything she bought was rose scented, her lotion, soap …her perfume.
I don't like roses anymore, but I loved that smell.
It always made me remember the good time. When I was scared at night and crawled into bed with her when I was little, she would wrap her arms around me and I'd drift off to sleep safe in her arms to the smell of roses.
Pink roses where her favorite ones…she said they smelled the best and they reminded her of me, her only baby girl.

My whole life it had just been mom and me, we were a team, but now it was just me, and I had never been so alone in my whole life.

I pulled out the envelope that held a lock of my hair from my first haircut.
The box had so many memories that we had shared together, and some I didn't remember other than through stories.
The hat from the hospital, my first bracelet, the locket she had given me for my third birthday, and the blanket she had made me when I was born.

Olivia didn't know I had any of these things. She never asked about mom. We never talked about my mom.
I was surprised that she took me to the cemetery for my birthday, but since we had come back, she hadn't said anything about it.

I wanted to talk about my mom, because now it was the only way I had of remembering her.

There weren't any pictures of her out, Olivia said it hurt to much, but I want to see her face. I never want to forget her face.

Tears started down my face and I knew I'd never be able to stop them and I knew she'd hear me since her room was right next to mine.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom. I shut the door and turned the light on. I pulled the towel off the rack and pulled one out of the closet. I buried my face in the towels and cried.

I sobbed for hours until I fell asleep from exhaustion. I woke up to someone rubbing the side of my face.

I opened my eyes, Heather was sitting on the floor beside me, and Olivia was standing in the doorway.
Olivia walked over and wet a wash clothe and handed it to Heather. Heather brushed the hair out of my face and pulled the towels away. She wiped my face off with the wash clothe.
I figured my face was still tear-streaked, because I didn't figure I had been asleep long since the sun had been coming up before I ever fell asleep.
Heather raised my head up and slid in under me so my head was lying in her lap. She smoothed my hair and asked," How long were you crying?"
I just looked at her. I didn't want to answer her in front of Olivia. I didn't want Olivia to know about my box. The box was my memory, and I didn't want her to put it away in storage with everything else. I didn't want to forget.
Olivia didn't leave and Heather sat there waiting for an answer.
She said," Sit up and look at me."
I sat up and leaned against the wall opposite of her.
She said," Why were you crying? Sarah, answer me please."
I looked down and said," I don't want to forget."
Olivia sat down beside Heather they were both confused. Olivia asked," Forget what?"
I said through tears," They're my memories. You can't make me forget her by hiding all of her things. I'll never forget her. I never want to forget her."
She said," Sarah, I'm not trying to make you forget her. I thought I was making things easier on you by not reminding you everyday about her."
I said," No, I want to remember her everyday. I want to hear stories about her and see her things. I want to see her picture back on the fireplace where it used to be. I want to see you act like she was your best friend and know that you miss her."

Olivia started to cry. Heather smiled, and I knew she was happy that I had finally told Olivia how I felt.
Olivia pulled me into her arms and said," Your mom was my best friend and I will never forget her, and I am so sorry that I hurt you. We'll go this afternoon and get some of her stuff to put out in the apartment. Okay?"
I shook my head yes and hugged her tight.
Heather said," How about we go get some pancakes?"
I shook my head yes and she said," Then go get dressed."
I walked to my room. I felt better. Olivia knew how I felt now. And we were going to be okay, thing had to get better, they had to.