The day started out just everyday since her mother had died. The sun shown or it didn’t it really didn’t matter to Brooke anymore. The tears that she cried everyday were real and they weren’t going away any time soon.
Christmas, she thought with distain. “How will I ever get past my first Christmas with out Mom?” she wondered. She felt the warm, dampness of tears on her cheeks as she angrily brushed them away. She would get through this one way or another.
“The worst part of all wasn’t just the loss of her mother, but loss of her father as well” she thought.” No, her father was still alive but me might as well be dead,” she mumbled. He never noticed anything any more, it was like she and her brother weren’t even alive. Sometimes she thought about running away or worse, he wouldn’t notice, she thought.
What if she and her brother were gone, that would be two less things to remind him of Mom. What did it matter anymore, what did she matter?
Brooke stood looking out her bedroom window the clouds were dark and heavy, so much like my mood, she sighed. Her breath on the window formed a fog, her finger gently traced out a broken heart. Leaning against the window frame she drifted into her memories.
“Hey Mom.” she watched her mother working in the kitchen.
“I love you.”
She laughed and it reminded Brooke of bells tinkling. “I love you too, Brooke.” She turned and smiled at her daughter, “What’s up? Is something wrong?”
“No, I just love you and I never really say it.”
“Okay, fair enough.” She turned back to the cookies she had made and offered them to Brooke.
“I love your cookies too.” Brooke smiled. “You always know how to make Christmas special.”
” I have always said, that life is about the little moments in life. That’s what makes life special.