Memories are forever... (sequel to Anna's Diary) - *THE END! (9.april)*
xgreydovex:
aw this is truly a great story. :) keep it up.
Theraven:
after a small break due to a bad cold, and that one of my best friends came for a vissit, and some schoolwork that is due to tuesday, this chapter was a bit later than I would've wished, but it's finally ready. so here it is:
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Chapter 5: Christmas Tears
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All her life, Angela had loved Christmas. Now, she hated it. They’d already celebrated one Christmas without their mother, and that was not fun at all. Then, it had only been five months from her death. Now it was one year and five months. Ian tried to be cheerful, but didn’t quite manage it. Angela saw him crying over the pots when he was making their Christmas dinner.
Now they sat in the living room, all dressed up – but everyone over four years old had a sober look, even though they all were trying to smile.
Liam didn’t fully grasp the atmosphere, and seemed somewhat cheerful. He loved getting presents, and would’ve thrown himself over them if Ian had let him.
Alice seemed torn between being happy and being sad.
She’d apparently made a present for their mother in kindergarten, and was sad that she couldn’t give it to her. Ian had promised her that they would visit the grave again the next day, so she could put what she’d made next to the lamp.
Angela had made a small angel at school, which she had already put on the grave. A smiling angel with red, curly hair.
“So… next is for Brian, from granny.” Ian handed him a small gift wrapped in silver paper.
He unwrapped it. “A book from my favourite series! Remind me to thank her the next time I see her, Dad.”
“I will. So…. the last one is…. for Liam, from me.”
Liam threw himself over the gift, and ripped off the paper. “Tigger!” he exclaimed, before he hugged the Tigger toy tight, and started playing with it.
“And… well, it doesn’t look like there’s anymore. Anyone up for dessert?”
Theraven:
They went to the table, and he sat a large cake made of ice cream in front of them. The others threw themselves over it. Angela didn’t really feel like eating. To be honest with herself, she felt a bit sick. How she had wished her mother was there now – sharing joy, sharing gifts. Celebrate life, really. Or just be happy together.
“Angela… aren’t you hungry?” Ian said worried.
“Not really, no. I probably ate too much of the other food.”
“You should try this cake, Angela. It’s really good!” Brian ate like he had not seen food in a long time.
“You hardly ate anything at all for dinner. Are you sick?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”
Ian felt her forehead. “You’re not warm, at least.” For some reason, he looked very relieved.
“I’m just not hungry, that’s all.” She got up, and left the table. Tears were threatening again.
When she got to her room, she couldn’t hold them in anymore. She threw herself on the bed – but landed on something hard. Curious, she stuck her hand under the pillow. A small wrapped gift lay there.
She blinked away the tears. Why was there a gift under her pillow? She took it up, and turned it around carefully.
No, there were no notes of any kind. Strange… she was about to put it on her night table, when she noticed a paper stuck into the wrapping on the side. She took it out. Here and there, some of the text was a bit blurry for some reason, but she could still grasp the meaning.
A tear made a wet spot on the paper, making the word “bring” go a bit more blurry. She understood the ps. She also understood that some of the blurry spots had formed on the paper when her father had read it. She swallowed.
Keep the good memories in your heart and try not to think of the bad ones. She had done the exact opposite, she knew. The good memories of her mother had been overshadowed by the bad ones. Memories of her mother reading for her, singing songs for her, hugging her – all of those had been drowned by memories of her mother looking ill, her mother lying in a hospital bed, and her mother being too sick to even notice they had visited her. Even worse – the funeral had been the worst memory of them all. She remembered that day. She had barely been able to sing, but she had felt that she had to do it – for her mother, more than for herself. She remembered her mother telling her that she loved Angela’s voice. Angela had several times sung songs when they had visited her at the hospital. It had always made her mother smile.
Angela dried her eyes, and carefully opened the gift. Inside was a small red book.
She stared at the front cover for a long time. This was her mother’s inner thoughts. Did she dare open it?
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and that's the end of chapter 5 :D
othstarlet:
loved it... it was sooo sad... can't wait for more!
Pierre:
I wonder what Chapter 6 will bring i just have to wait and see. Great chapter
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