A Letter From The Past
Chapter 4: First Impressions
A/N: Okay, maybe I am a candidate for the worst author ever for not updating my stories sooner. As the usual, I apologize. Maybe I was plagued by severe writer's block. Could be possible, but I'm not really a writer material so that doesn't count because I'm not a writer. I feel like I'm the worst "writer", really. And to be honest, the real reason why I'm not updating my stories is because I was planning to discontinue them, maybe I should just stick with painting :) I'm just too uninspired to write anymore, and maybe a little lazy. (Something happened...) I guess you could say that I'm a quitter. Yes, that's true. I tend to give up easily ...So don't be surprised if this would be the last chapter of this story…...But maybe if I get inspired, I'd update this and the others as well.
ABOUT THIS CHAPTER: What would be the reactions of mother and daughter as they come face to face for the first time? Find out by reading this chapter.
FEEDBACKS ABOUT THE REVIEWS:
Dr. Tempe Bones- Thanks for reviewing…Well, just like Hart Hanson, I wouldn't make obvious facts too obvious. I have a tendency to leave riddles in my works because I love giving the readers a little suspense. And I'm glad I've succeeded on that part :)
BB-4ever- Thank you for taking the time to review the story! What, about the part where Booth apologize? Well, we'll see about that….I hope…
Liria247- Thanks for the constructive criticism, I really take this as a compliment. I must admit that the characters, as how they are portrayed in the second chapter of this story, are OOC. Yes, I must admit that. I really do respect you're comment but do forgive me for my natural defensiveness. It's just that I think I do have a point here.
As for the CPR part, I'm very sorry if I am going to be really defensive on that one. First of all, I know about CPR. I've witnessed how to perform one countless times (on TV) and I learned how to administer one on Red Cross Youth Campings.( And a medical profession is what's in my head right now. I'm aspiring to be a neonatologist. And I watch a lot of Grey's Anatomy and read medical books too) I know that before you begin chest compression, which is the rib-breaking part, you first have to give rescue breaths. Which is what Booth did, but he was too astounded by Tempe's great beauty so instead of giving her rescue breath, he kissed her.( I know I've made it cheesy)
For the part where he didn't find a pulse, there is a possibility that he checked the wrong part. Sometimes, if you press the wrong part, you won't get a pulse. I hope this settles it. I really don't mean to be really defensive on this one. I thought I settled this matter but I guess I was wrong. To permanently settle this matter, I'm going to rewrite chapter 2 one of these days.
A/N: Again, I'm sorry for being too defensive. I just don't want to leave an impression to the readers that the one who's writing this story is dumb or anything like that….It's just that I thought I settled this matter last chapter. Maybe if I am to continue writing I'd need a BETA READER…Anybody who wants to be it, PM me. Thanks :)) anyways, constructive criticisms are always welcome.
DISCLAIMER: No matter how I cry, I know FOX will always own Bones.
Every night, before she sleeps, she would be always plagued by her own nightmares. She would always see the day her parents left, never to return again, the empty Christmas, the moment she found the house empty with not a soul in sight. But the particular dream that would haunt her the most would probably a baby. The small, fragile head of a little girl in the arms of another. She couldn't see a face, but only a tiny head with a few strands of red-brown hair. Maybe now, she would have that dream, now that she had seen the face of the child.
All the color from Temperance's face drained the moment she laid her eyes on Sarah. It was strange to see, for the first time, someone who looked exactly like her. Sarah and she were like mirror images of each other. Sarah looked like her when she was her age. She had inherited her famed auburn hair, only Sarah's were longer and had curls at the end. Sarah was also square jawed like her and they both shared the same smile, which had been inherited from her grandmother, Christine.
No words dared to escape in Temperance's lips as she glared at the daughter she tried hard to forget. Not so long ago, Sarah was a just a relic of the past, nothing more. It never entered her mind that she would come face to face again with her. It was the day she had always feared the most, more than anything else in the world. Every time she would look at Booth when he is with Parker, she would be constantly reminded that she too, was a parent. Twelve years ago, she had considered Marie as one of the most selfish being that the human race has ever produced, but it turns out that she was right. She had been better off not seeing her, for it would only hurt more if she saw her little face on the day she was born.
She reminded her of her little mistake a long time ago. A slight yet sweet slip-up that affected her life so much. It even changed the way she looked at life. Not only did it add despair to her already miserable life, but it also forced her to become a mother. To carry a child practically on your own without anyone to support you, endure the pain of pregnancy and childbirth, and give birth to somebody you would never know. Those events forced her to kill every maternal instinct on her heart and mind. She forced herself to not fall in love with the miniscule form of life inside her and she thought she had succeeded in that but how come the tears were threatening to fall on her face? Although Tempe knew she was a genius, it bothered her as to why she was confused with what she was feeling. The sight of Sarah made her feel angry, sad and yet, happy? Why? Why was there something inside her that was urging her to hug that girl whom she barely knew? How could she possibly feel like she had loved this little girl all her life when this was the only moment that she had actually seen her?
Sarah was beginning to sweat uncontrollably. Her eyes were fixed at he woman standing before her, the woman whom Marie claimed 'her mother'. She didn't know what to do or how to act. All her life, she only knew one mother, the mother who cared for her, tucked her to bed and sung lullabies to her. And that was Marie.
Sarah looked at the stranger's blue eyes so did Tempe. As their eyes met, Sarah quickly realized that their eyes were identical. She was indeed this stranger's daughter, just like her mother had said. Tears began forming in her eyes and before she knew it, she was crying. There were mixed emotions inside her but the most dominant one was rage. She hated the woman before her. How could she just give her away and leave her and after a few years return to her life and claim her?
Temperance suddenly felt the urge to speak to the child.
"Sarah, I…" she couldn't continue. Her voice faltered as the salty, copious tears fell.
Sarah felt a kind of anger that she had never felt before and it gave her the courage to utter to Temperance words that no mother would ever want to hear from their own children.
"How could you just come here and tell me that you're my mother? You're not my mom. We may share the same features but that won't make you my mother. Mothers don't give their children away. Mothers don't abandon their children. That's why you'll never be my mother!"
After hearing those words, more and more tears fell down on her already pale cheeks. She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't. Her mind kept telling her to stop and that she had no right to cry for all the things that her daughter told her. It was indeed true. She was a bad mother. No good mother would ever dare to leave her child on the hands of another whatever the circumstance may be. Sarah had the right to question her being a mother. She was no different than Christine.
SNEAK PEEK- A friend will come to lend his shoulder to her. Tempe will take someone to DC with her. How will she react? How will the squints react?
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