"She was a lovely girl... Indeed she was-" What about her soul? "Shhhhh, I'll get to that."
I let out a giggle, and at last she looked my way. "I love you child, have I said so today?"
I blinked slowly. Something was amiss... My suspicion was confirmed As she leaned in and gave me a kiss.
"Your father will finish the story. Be good while i'm gone." Then she finished her make up humming to the most strange song...
I left in search of papa, What could she possibly mean? Then I passed a mirror. Oh yeah, I'm 16.
6 years ago mom passed away, And I kept the pain at bay. By replaying her last moments with me at least once every day.