Memories are forever... (sequel to Anna's Diary) - *THE END! (9.april)*
Theraven:
thanks for all the nice comments!
I was going to post the next chapter now, but because I'm borrowing my brother's computer, and it has got no idea how to read a word document, I have to wait until I've fixed that... internet doesn't work on my computer when I'm home, since we don't have wireless network here, and my brother's comp is the only in the house connected to internet... (I hate this computer!!!!!)
xgreydovex:
aw i hate computer problems :[ i hope you get it all straighted up!
KatrinaandTiff:
Gotta go!About to be caught on here!See ya guys soon!
Theraven:
I finally solved the problem. it have happened before, but I totally forgot that I had to save the textfile another way on his computer...
so here it is - the next to last chapter (though I'm probably going to make an epilogue to this, too... won't say more ;))
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Ch.7: no matter what happens
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Angela continued looking at the pictures, and reading the poems and the written text. She smiled, laughed, and thought back on all the good times she and her family had shared together.
Then, she realised that it was near to the end of the book. Not the end of the book itself, but the end of what her mother had put in it.
A picture of their whole family was there, on one of the last pages. Her mother still had her hair, although it apparently was starting to go thinner, and Liam was newly born.
She remembered that day better than anything else. It was one of those rare times after Liam was born, that they had taken a family photo. The last one, she realized.
Angela swallowed. The tears were back.
A short line was written right under the picture. Of all the things in the memory book, this was the thing that made her the happiest, and saddest.
Just then, someone knocked on her door. Angela dried away a tear. “Come in.”
It was her father that opened the door. “Are you OK, Angela?”
Theraven:
Ian went over to Angela and sat himself on the bed next to her.
“Now, I am.”
“I see you found it,” he said, and nodded towards the book.
“Yes. Thanks, dad. I’m just wondering why you didn’t give it to me before.”
“Uhm… well, it’s just that… going through your mother’s things from the hospital is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I only did it two months ago. I just thought that… that Christmas seemed like the right time to give it to you. Like a last gift from Anna to you.”
“It feels like that. And to be honest, it’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten from anyone.”
“I’m glad you see it like that. She left something for the others, too – but I’m not sure what it is. It was wrapped in. I stuck Brian’s gift under his pillow, too, but I’m waiting with Liam’s and Alice’s gifts until they’re a bit older. So they’ll understand it better.”
“To be honest, I didn’t understand everything until now. For the first time since mom died, I feel like smiling again.” Angela studied the book in her hands, and stroked the picture of all of them. “Mom just reminded me what is really important. It’s not good to just remember the bad things. We gave to remember the good things that has happened, dad. Not the bad ones.”
Tears were running down her father’s cheeks when she looked up at him.
“You’re right, of course. It’s just that it is really hard to remember that when you’re missing someone.”
“I know dad. I know” she said, and took her arms around him in a tight hug.
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