Chapter 2– Mother
"And as the princess left her home to be with the one she loved, she decided to never look back, because she had found the one whom her soul loved. The End." My mommy smiled at me and I smiled at her. I loved her even though she was sad sometimes.
"Goodnight my Satine. Sleep soundly and I will see you soon." That meant she would see me in the morning. Mommy left the room, but I made her keep the door cracked, because I was scared of the dark. I watched her walk away, and I wondered if I was going to hear her scream tonight. My daddy told me to never leave my room at night even though I was scared for mommy. When I did hear mommy scream, I went over to my baby sister's bed and talked to her, because she didn't like hearing her mommy scream. I sang her a song I learned from Tal at school. He said he learned it from his dad. Here is the song:
"We walk on the roads that lead to worlds we never saw.
I dream of someday coming back home.
Where my road will take me I do not know,
And who will come with me I do not know."
Bo fell asleep, then I fell asleep. I heard Mommy scream one more time, but she stopped after that.
Daddy came and woke me and sister up in the morning. He looked really sad.
"Daddy, are you ok?"
"No child, I am not," I gave him one of my biggest hugs. He gave me one of his biggest hugs. I loved my daddy.
"My sweet Satine," daddy said crying, "You won't be seeing your mommy for a very long time."
"Why?"
"Because she decided to go somewhere else."
"Where did she go?"
"I don't know." I started crying. Where did mommy go?
"Can I rescue her?"
"No, my sweet child. She does not want to be rescued."
"Why?"
"Because she wanted to leave."
"But she is mommy and you are daddy. She loves you."
"Not as much as you love me, sweetie." He gave me a big hug again, and then he left.
"Bye bye mommy." I cried some more. I went and hugged sister, and we both fell back asleep.
It seems as if my father is more nervous these days than when my mother started acting strange all those years ago. I remember how I could feel his emotions as if they were a fire penetrating my soul. I remember hearing the screams from my mother in the middle of the night when I was only five years old. Soon, she left, and I have not seen her since. Father has not talked about it much since, but I now know that she left him for another.
I used to care that my mother left us, and I used to wonder if it was because of me. But now I just don't care. She left, so she is no longer my mother. Part of me still loves her, but I have moved on. The stories she told me must have come true for her. She left everything for some fool she fell in love with.
I can feel my father's emotions again, but it is different this time. Instead of a depressed sadness, it is a fear filled with horror at the coming future. I wonder if my mother is feeling the coming dread– wherever she is in the world.