My Mummy's Life.

A child dealing with her mother being slowly lost but mother and daughters bond stays strong.

She sat there sliently on the chair next to the hospital bed. She didn't say a word she just held her mother's hand in her tiny fingers. She sat so very sliently wearing a pink rain coat and wellington boots over a pale green dress with threaded floural designs and black tights. Every so often she would swing her legs softly under the chair.

 

The nurse wearing common nursing outfit slowly walked up to the child sat by her mother. She calmly placed her hand on the childs shoulder, she'd didn't move. Not even a flinch. "Rita darling we need your to anser so questions for us" she simple stated as they both watched the gir'ls mother. "Okay " She answered in a voice that sounded out of place.

 

"What do you need to know?" She sounded like a normal six year old but the intelligence no understanding in her voice was far beyond her years.

"Well we need to know more about your mother, about how you found her or if you like what was happening with your life and your mother's?"

"Thank you" the nurse looked confused "You talk to me like a grown up like mummy does."

"Why, does your mother not talk to you like the other's children's mother's?"

"No"

 

"Well Mummy talks to me 'bout her life before I was 'ere." Her mother was bent over the bath with sponge in hand. Rita stood by the door watcher her mother as she cleaned the bath tub. "Mummy, what happened to daddy?" It took most of Rita's courage to ask her mother that. Her mother turned slowly facing her daughter with a warm motherly smile spread across her face. "Well come closer if you want to hear the whole story Rita" Waving her hand towards her to encourage movement from Rita. She toddled over and sat down on the bathroom floor next to her mother Tia.

 

"Well your Daddy met me when I was mmm. . . let me think thirteen? Well anyway he was one year older than me. He had another person in his life when he met me. People like your Daddy always do" She rubbed Rita's leg then went back to cleaning and telling the story. "Just to my luck she broke up with him about two weeks after he met me properly."

"What do you mean properly Mummy"

"Well he knew me and we'd been out on social occasions so I guess what I meant two weeks after we were friends." Rita gave her mother a smile as if to say carry on. "By then we spoke and meet up regularly so something was happening with us I guess you could say. We developed feelings for each other that we both shared. After about a year he bucked up the courage and asked me out, undoubtedly I said yes. Then years passed we were ever so happy together. I fell pregnant with you when I was eighteen and gave birth a couple of months after my nineteenth birthday. Poor Aaron he was only twenty at the time. And wasn't ready to become a Daddy. So I decided to break-up with him it was the right thing to do at the time. So I told Daddy 'Your not ready and you need to stay away' It was best at the time, and I do regret not letting your daddy be apart of your life but it was what needed to be done at the time"

 

"Wow, I must say not many mother's would tell their six years old's that that"

"It's cause my Mummy knows I can handle it." She said turning towards her mother again. Her mother was strapped up with wires and tubes in her body keeping her alive while her body recovered.

"Do you know what could of caused your Mother to do that."

"I think I know but I don't want it to be true" She turned back to the nurse with her eyes watering with tears.

 

 

Author's Note

This isn't finished but i'd love to see what you think :))

Millie.xXx