Mother

It’s a very sunny day

The conversations of birds are herd in the background

A few clouds are hovering above

A small little girl with bright red hair and a pale white face is found in her home

She walks out from her small bedroom towards the living room

On the couch lays her mother

Her mother also has long bright red hair

But her mother looked different then she usually does

Her face is so pale and the tips of her fingers are blue

The little girl is very hungry

She walks towards her mother lying on the couch hoping that she will make her food

This little girl is only two years old

She calls out her mother’s name yet no response

She then tries waking her with her hands by nudging her

Still no response, no movement

The little girl is startled by the thunder, a storm is drawing near

Shortly after rain comes crashing down

Or was it snow?

The wind starts to pick up

And the sun is now in disguise

The little girl crawls up towards her mother’s cold body

Wanting the comfort and the warmth and happiness her mother used to give her when she was awake

Tears fall from the little girl

She such in a panic to wake her mother up because she is scared

She doesn’t know what’s wrong; but she does now something is wrong

The front door opens and the cold outdoors in brought in with the little girl’s father

The father sees his little girl lying beside his wife’s motionless body

The little girls sister start to cry from her crib

The whole house now has a dark sensation to it

The light then goes out because the storm cut out the power

But still the street lights stay on, but they are flickering

The little girl’s father rushes over towards his wife

He puts his hand on her chest and the other on her wrist

I then see him collapse to the ground he hasn’t let go of my mother’s hand at all

But now is holding it tighter

He lets out a shriek of pain and agony

He then starts to cry none stop he looks at me with sorrow and pain in his eyes

I then know and realize what had happen that night

He didn’t say anything for sometime

I walk over towards him hugging him

And we both shared our pain with each other

This is all I remember after this point

The last things after this moment is of myself standing at the window with my little sister

Watching the police talk to my father

And the ambulance taking away MY mother

And then once the ambulance left and my father left with the police

The streets lights then unlit themselves as well

And the whole street was dark and cold

And death was surely in the air

A motherless child

Sonly to be followed by a parentless child

An orphan