Memories are forever... (sequel to Anna's Diary) - *THE END! (9.april)*
Theraven:
Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it!
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Chapter 6: a gift of memories
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Yes, she thought. Her mother had meant for her to have it. She carefully opened up to the front page. Inside, a little note was fastened with a paper clip.
Angela held the piece of paper against her chest. She couldn’t hold back the tears. But now they were tears of happiness. She smiled for real for the first time since… since… she couldn’t remember. She put aside the note, and carefully opened the first side of the book.
There, on the top of the page, was a wedding photo of her parents. She smiled. They looked so happy together. She realised that every time she had seen them together, they had always been happy.
Under the pictures, her mother had also written comments that reflected the pictures. Angela just had to smile when she saw the one beside the wedding photo.
The next picture was of two proud parents holding a newborn baby between them.
Angela realized it had to be her, since she could see some red hair on the top of the baby’s head.
The next picture was of the same little baby, smiling up at the photographer. There was also a text beside this one.
The next was a picture of a little red-haired girl smiled back at her – herself that too, she realized. She had food sprayed all over her face, and had apparently tried emptying the food bowl over her head. Angela couldn’t hold back the smile that was threatening. She looked hilarious!
Theraven:
In the next picture, Brian was also there, throwing a fit in Anna’s arms, while they apparently were trying to take a family photo. Angela almost started to laugh out loud.
The next was of a three year old Angela with wide open eyes, looking like she had gotten the biggest shock of her life.
For some reason, Angela vaguely remembered that day. She had thought that it was some kind of play-date, and had been really shocked to hear that her mother was starting to work again, and that she had to be in day care. Not that she hadn’t liked it – but she wanted much more to be at home with her mother. She smiled at the memory, and looked at the next picture, which was of her and Brian playing in the sandbox together with their mother. They looked so happy together. Anna had always loved playing with them, and had learned them to love music.
She’d once told Angela that she had played the violin when she’d been younger. It had always been Anna’s favourite instrument – until she had heard Angela playing the piano for the first time. According to Anna, Angela had been a nature talent in playing the piano. Much thanks to her mother, Angela thought.
The next picture was of her, four years old on a three-wheel bike, with Brian running after her. He had wanted a bike too, after Angela had gotten one for her fourth birthday. He had run after her every time she used it, begging, and also crying, to be allowed to use it. In the end, he had tried to push her off it. She read the comment under the picture.
She couldn’t stop the laughter this time. It was like someone had just turned on a button inside her – one that had been off since her mother had died. The one that let her be happy.
Still giggling, she looked at the next picture. It was from her first day at school.
She remembered that day. She had almost peed on herself because she was so afraid. Her mother had comforted her, and had said that many children felt it that way. That they were so nervous they didn’t know what to do with themselves. “I know how it is. I meet new students every year, and I feel like that every time,” her mother had said.
“You do?” Angela had been really shocked to hear that. Anna was a teacher at a different school than the one Angela and Brian went to.
“Just try think about the good things. Think about getting new friends, about learning new things. It’s not as scary as you think. I bet that your new teacher is more nervous than half her new class together.”
Her mother had been right. Her teacher had seemed a bit nervous. But in the end, Angela found out that it hadn’t been as bad as she first had thought it would be. It had actually been fun. She smiled, and turned the page.
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so, what do you think?
Pierre:
Great Keep up the Good work. and looking forward in reading chapter 7.
xgreydovex:
more! NOW!!!
or as soon as you can :) lmao
ryannrules86:
I love this story!
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