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by Kelsey Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Tragedy · #1305379
Story about life and second chances and reality.
There was a big celebration when she came home. Mother had been waiting on her arrival for so long. She had a smile on her face and decent clothing. Her hair was pulled tightly into the perfect bun so that it seemed as if every strand was in agreement. Her skin had darkened to a beautiful brown. She looked like a magnificent Ethiopian princess. She wasn’t used to people smiling back at her so she awkwardly grinned back at all the many greeters. I could tell she was happy. Maybe she would do better this time. Maybe she could not go back to those horrible places. Mother hugged and kissed her over and over. Bye the end of the ceremony when all the food had been eaten, she told mother she was going to go with friends to visit others. Mother did not like it. She frowned. A look of sadness was placed on her face as if she had simply yet quickly changed masks. She trusted her with her heart now and believed her. She allowed her to leave with her friends on that hot and humid night. Hours passed before mother finally broke down and began a frantic cry into the night. We tried to calm her as she shook frenziedly. She wanted her baby. She wanted her child. I kissed her forehead and rubbed it with cool water, but nothing would stop the cries. Morning arrived and it seemed as if we had missed the night. There had still been no call or sign of my sister. It wasn’t until evening until she finally contacted us. My mother fell with the phone in her hand and began to wail. When we arrived at the dark end of the hospital my mother could barely go in to see her. I decided I would go alone, but as I began to walk my mother gripped my hand strongly and stood up with tears in her eyes. She wiped them away. The air in the room was extremely cool. Not like the night she left. The sheet was the brightest of whites I had ever seen. He pulled it back revealing her dark beautiful skin. My mother shook her head yes. And I agreed verbally. My mother looked down at her daughter’s breathless body and gently rubbed her no longer perfect hair. I was now wild and displaced all over. Her face no longer possessed the beautiful smile she had only hours ago. My mother allowed a smile to slowly form. A tear fell from her dark eye and landed on my sister’s cheek. More tears followed. They say she was found in an abandoned house. She was there with others but they left her. She was alone when she died. They said her body was laid against the wall in a corner with the needle still present in her arm. I grabbed my mothers arm tightly and walked her from the dark cold room as they covered my sister again. I did not cry.
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