Memories are forever... (sequel to Anna's Diary) - *THE END! (9.april)*
Theraven:
coincidences seems to happen all the time with me. like for two or three days ago when I saw a magazine lying on the kitchen table. on the front page, I saw a heading that said something like "sacrified her life for her son", with a picture of a woman holding a new born baby in her hands. I got curious, and opened the magazine to find out more.
guess who got really surprised when she saw that the baby's name was Liam, and that he was born a bit too early.
and even more surprised when I saw that his mother had had cancer, and died after the baby was born because she didn't want to abort the child so she could get the treatment she needed. (Anna, anyone?)
even more surprised when I saw that she had three more children - one that was 10, one that was 8, and one that was around 2 - but all of them were girls, though. (angela was ten, Brian was 9 and Alice was around two...)
it's not the exact same story, but.... well, it does have its likeness to the one I wrote about Anna...
auntiejokisses:
to come to think about now after i read what you just wrote. i just rememberd my cousin who had breast cancer and she was pregant with twins. and she didn't want to go through treatment or surgery til after the twins were born.. and sometime after i guess that after she was just about done with treatment she died leaving her twins with no mom.... the twins names courtney and austin not only did she leave the twins she had 2 other children
KatrinaandTiff:
Nice story. I am free!Free at last!No parents around!Just me,my sister, and my grandma!Anybody wanna celebrate!?Anyone!?
WOOT WOOT!
JacobM:
I loveeeeeeeeeeeeee this story. it's real sentimental and heart warming. I can't wait for an update
Theraven:
and here's the... uhm... almost final chapter of this story...
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Chapter 8: Coming back
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Coming back to school was, in a way, good. Lately school had been a place where she could forget things – even just for a few moments every day. She also looked forward to see her friends again. Now, however, things were much easier than they had been. The inspiration that had completely disappeared when her mother died had finally returned.
“We’ll start with something light, since it’s the first day back,” the teacher said, after she had greeted them.
“I want you to write about something that happened to you in the holiday. Maybe you got inspiration to do something, or maybe you just got what you wished for when you opened a gift. You can write it the way you like – short story, poem, song text, or a report – whatever you want. And it is to be handed in tomorrow.”
Angela smiled. She knew exactly what to write. She took her notebook and a pen up from her backpack, and began to put her ideas into writing.
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