My World is Changing - Madeline (Flynn) Morgan
Feb 9, 2011 20:45:51 GMT -9
Post by Laula on Feb 9, 2011 20:45:51 GMT -9
Mrs. Cats, really Mrs. Paterson, but she told me it was okay to call her Mrs. Cats, is this really weird old lady who has a lot of cats and takes care of me while Mommy is at work. I always have difficulties breathing and get all wheezy while there, but she's the only one who can really take care of me.
Mommy never told me who my dad was, only that he was a good man, but she didn't want to pressure him into anything. She said she would explain it when I was older.
She said a lot of things like that. You see, that night was different. Mrs. Cats got this phone call and she began to cry. I asked her what was wrong, but she said she would tell me in the morning and that I needed to stay with her tonight. I got put up in her guest bedroom, but couldn't sleep because I was too scared.
And I was having problems breathing and was wheezy.
Anyway, the next morning, Mrs. Cats sat down with me and explained Mommy wouldn't be coming home. I panicked a bit and asked if it was something I had done. I had also had extreme issues breathing. Once Mrs. Cats calmed me down, she explained that Mommy was dead.
I think I forgot a lot after that. There was this blurr of activity, and I stayed with Mrs. Cats. I woke up at the funeral. There were people I'd never met and Mrs. Cats was there. And these people talked about my mommy, and one guy, he stood out. He kind-of stared at the coffin. Out of all of us, aside from me and Mrs. Cats, seemed to really miss mommy.
And then I began to cry. Big huge sobs that made my eyes red, cheeks splotchy, and had snot running out of my nose. Mrs. Cats hugged me and had to prod me to go forward to toss the rose down on my mommy's coffin.
And I cried harder. I just kept crying, unable to stop and Mrs. Cats, who is quite strong for such an old lady, easily picked me up in my new black dress and carried me back, holding me. I buried my face in her funny smelling sweater and continued to cry, loudly.
And it hurt.
...Who was supposed to take care of me now?
Location: local cemetary
Time: 14:38
Date: August 15, 2020
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