I was just 8
by Nefateria Lillian malisa wages
(Raleigh, north Carolina, united states)
I can't explain to you how sad i am. It was January, 2008. I was in second grade and my grandmother had to go to Texas to see someone. She wouldnt tell me who, so I just said tell them I said get better soon. It was a very unusual night, something didn't feel right. I went downstairs of my aunts house and heard her talking on the phone with someone. She looked at me and smiled and said,"yes. She's right here. Hold on. Neffi someone very special wants to talk to you." i looked at the phone, then slowly took it. I held the phone up to my ear and said; "hello?" the other voice on the end said, "hi pumpkin pie." I instantly knew it was my. Mommy. I jumped up and down! "mommy! Hi mommy! I miss you so much! Where are you? Can you visit This summer?" she laughed and said, "baby, I will come visit and then We can go to six flags okay?" I smiled and said, "ok mommy. I love you mommy. mwah." i gave the phone back to her and then they started talking again. I was so excited. My mommy was coming. I sat at the table and got some cookies. My aunt began crying and said, "ate you sure? Is there anything they can do?" I walked over and said, "what's wrong? What happened?" my aunt looked down at me and said, "sit down sweetie." I did as she said and waited. "when people die they go up to heaven with god right?" I nodded. "mommy went up to heaven with god." I began sobbing and my grandmother tried calming me down, but I was too upset.
I had to leave school for two months for my mothers funeral. I couldn't do it. None of us could. Every time we looked at her we just break Down and cry. I never even got to say goodbye and she never said i love you one last time. At the funeral, I couldn't even look at my mom. It was all too much, she was just sitting there, lifeless. I said, I love you mom and I hope you get to see me grow up. As I said this, the sun came out and shined brightly. I smiled as I knew why. At the after service, all the kids were playing hide n' seek and I ran by something and cut my finger pretty bad. My family freaked out and began caring for me instantly. I realized that they were going to be there for me no matter what. When I came back to school, I got balloons, letters, and a card signed by everyone, and a snow globe. A few years later, I am now in sixth grade and the memories are coming back. Recently Ive stopped eating, cutting myself, and to top it all off, my personality has been sucked from me. I need help, please help me.