"Mommy's Different?"
By: Christina Syme
"Mommy! Mommy! Look at what I got!" Renesmee said as she held out a pure white snow crystal in her hands for her mother to examine. But as she got close enough to see what her daughter had in her clutches, the white flake melted and dissolved into water. "Ohhh!" Renesmee mourned over her white snow crystal and turned to her mother with tears in her chocolate eyes. "It's gone!" "That's what happens to snow flakes when the heat of your' skin reaches it. All a snow flake really is, is frozen water." "But why did it have to go so soon?" Renesmee bemoaned. "Snow doesn't last for long sweetie." Isabella explained to her too cute to know any better three years old. "But mommy! That's what Jacob said and then he said he couldn't touch snow because he made it melt even if he wasn't holding it." "It's not my fault that happens to him Renesmee." "I know, but I wish it was snowy all the time and that he could touch snow just once." Renesmee said in a sad tone. "Me too sweetie." Isabella mourned with her about the upcoming spring as she scoop up a falling snow flake and thought about the many times Jacob had touched her when she was a vampire and how he would say it was like holding snow for the first time. Renesmee noticed the snow flake in her mothers' palms and brought it down to her eye level for examination. "Pretty." She whispered as she was taken by the beauty of the little white crystal in her mothers' hands. "Hey! How come it ain't melted yet?" She asked as she realized it wasn't fading in her mothers grasp. Bellas' thought broke her concentration on her beautiful daughters face. The tears I do not shed would surely be overflowing by now. My beautiful daughter. How can I explain to you without frightening you?' "Renesmee sweetie you and mommy are not the same." "Not the same, but we are! I look just like you!" She cried to her mother for she feared her prescence. "I know, but you are not a full vampire like mommy and that is why we are different. You pump blood through your' heart were mommy dose not and that is why you are warmer than me and make the snow flakes melt." She explained to her toddler as she felt the scorching tears that never came and never will. "But I love you!" The three year old bemoaned. "And I love you, but it is not a bad thing we are different because it only proves how you are both your' mother and fathers' creation. See." She pointed to the river and motioned for her to go to it. "You have my eyes and hair, but your' fathers strength and skin." She demonstrated by picking up a rock and placing it in the toddlers hands which soon was crushed by the strength of her knuckles. "Am I dangerous?" The little toddler looked to her mother with terrified eyes. "No, you are my little angle and would never do anything to hurt anyone you love." She said to the problemed toddler. "So we aren't different?" The toddler asked with hope in her voice and face. "I'm not sure what you mean, but no because we wouldn't hurt the ones we love and yes because one is more a vampier than the other." She said with reassurance. "I love you mommy. Even if you are or are not different." The girl said with a big smile on her face. "I love you too. But yes mommy is different, good, but different indeed."