Consolation - Form Two Writing Competition

                                       

Title: Mother

“I love you mother “.  Those are the last words that I told her before she left me alone in this huge and cruel world. She left me to follow father up there in the pretty heaven. Why didn’t she take me? Did she hate me?

         It had been three years after mother’s death. I still missed her ever so dearly. Now I was the adopted child of Aunt Theresa. She is the aunt I like the most. She looked similar to my mother except for her height. My mother was a bit shorter than her.

        I visited the grave of my parents everyday. I would kneel and cry my heart out. After crying, I would drag myself back to my aunt’s house. It was not far from there. My aunt was always constantly worried about my well-being.

        Every night, I dreamt about  my mother. In my dream,she cried and said that she was very sorry. She even said that she would always be by my side.

         After a month, I still hadn’t  gotten over the sadness of losing my mother  and school was about to open in three days. I was very nervous to meet new people because I was a very shy person. I don’t like talking to stranger.

          The night before school opened I slept early. It was 8.27p.m. I sighed . My stomach was making weird noises, maybe because I was hungry. But I was too lazy to get up from the bed. So I tried my best to ignore my hunger. I fell asleep.

           I woke up and looked at my watch , it was 2.00a.m. Suddenly, my night lamp turned off by itself . Then, turned on and off again and again . I suddenly heard an old woman’s voice. Saying:

       “I watch to eat your delicate, young heart. Give me your heart. I want to stay immortal,” She said and laughed.

       My hair stood on end. Then the light went out. It was so dark that I could barely see my fingers. Then, I felt a hand grabbing me by my throat. I was choked. Then, a light came and the old woman screamed . The lights turned on again. And I saw a pretty young woman in a white dress. I looked at her face. It was my mom. She had kept her promise by protecting me.

     Suddenly, a weird sleepy sensation came over me. I couldn’t help but closed my eyes. I remembered her saying, ‘love you’ with a smile on her face.

        The next morning, I woke up and ran to my mirror to comb my hair. Then, I took a fast shower and put some decent clothes on.  I ran down the stairs and said “Good morning, Aunt Theresa”. My aunt almost dropped the bowl from her hands. I gathered she had not heard me talk for months. “Good morning to you too, sweetie.”

            She said with a smile. I chowed down on my cereal and my milk. Then, auntie took me to my new school.

             To be honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to school but I wanted to find new friends that could heal the wound in my heart.

            I stood in front of my school gate, preparing myself to face and talk to stranger. I wanted to stop living in the past and keep moving forward. I wanted to make my mother and father proud and tell them that I could stand own my own feet. I could heal the dark deep wound with my strong will.

              After two years, I am 15 years old. In those 2 yeas, I made 5 best friends. They are funny people. Each and everyone of them is different and special in their own ways. But I still haven’t gotten over my mom’s death. It still hurts. I go to her grave without fail and cry as I recall our fun times together. I tell her what my best friends and I do. After telling her things about myself, I stand up and return to Aunt Theresa’s home bravely.

             “I love you mother, and thank you for all the things you did for me and you too father.” I say in my heart.

               I really want to hug her and kiss her but it’s no use now. She’s gone and I need to move on with life for the sake of Aunt Theresa and my best friends. Good bye. Mother.