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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 11/18/2010
The One Day Birthday
Born 1997, F, from Canoga Park, California, United States"What kind of flowers would you like?" Mrs. Cooley asks, eying an array of purple orchids. I fingered a batch of dusty roses. "I...don't think I'm ready, yet." She nods in understanding. Her aged gray eyes were filled with compassion. "It's alright, dear. This is a tough time for you." I nodded, trying to keep the tears from spilling down my face. "I suppose I'll see you tomorrow?" she said, scribbling on her schedule notebook. "Oh, I can't make it tomorrow," I said weakly," I have some business to attend to." She nods, engrossed in her schedule. "Certainly, dear," she mumbles, shuffling toward her beige Mercedes Benz. I make my way to my own BMW. "Come on, Irene," I said to myself, firmly," you have to get this planning done or else there won't be a...a," I choke on the word. I can't say it, yet. It's too soon.
I pull into my driveway. Sam's car wasn't there; he was probably talking to the pastor at Shepherd's Valley. I shuffled numbly toward the front door. An empty car seat lay in the living room. "She's not going to come," I told the unfortunate item," She never will. "The floorboards moaned in sorrow as I meandered down the hallway. It was a coincidence that I seemed to enter the nursery where she was supposed to spend a whole eighteen years. Of course, the bright yellow walls, cream cradle, and baby clothes wouldn't stay here. They probably would have been sorted in the attic; a trek Sam and I would never make. I caressed her unused clothes. A jean jumper with a poufy blouse, blue velvet boots, and a knit hat from Grandma were packed neatly in an oak drawer that was frosted vanilla. I had longed for the day when I could have dressed her with motherly expertise, but I was yet to become a professional. My throat went dry when I spotted the frayed stuffed bear with a half ear. I squeezed my fingers around its tiny torso. Her hands were to squeeze the hand-me-down like I had done so long ago. I threw the bear furiously across the room like this act of anger would bring her into my arms. Today was supposed to be my first day as a mom. Today was supposed to be the best day of my entire life. A whole nine months had been leading up to this day. A day that meant that she was healthy and...alive. Today was my little girl's one day birthday...in heaven.
The One Day Birthday(Geraldine Vesper)
"What kind of flowers would you like?" Mrs. Cooley asks, eying an array of purple orchids. I fingered a batch of dusty roses. "I...don't think I'm ready, yet." She nods in understanding. Her aged gray eyes were filled with compassion. "It's alright, dear. This is a tough time for you." I nodded, trying to keep the tears from spilling down my face. "I suppose I'll see you tomorrow?" she said, scribbling on her schedule notebook. "Oh, I can't make it tomorrow," I said weakly," I have some business to attend to." She nods, engrossed in her schedule. "Certainly, dear," she mumbles, shuffling toward her beige Mercedes Benz. I make my way to my own BMW. "Come on, Irene," I said to myself, firmly," you have to get this planning done or else there won't be a...a," I choke on the word. I can't say it, yet. It's too soon.
I pull into my driveway. Sam's car wasn't there; he was probably talking to the pastor at Shepherd's Valley. I shuffled numbly toward the front door. An empty car seat lay in the living room. "She's not going to come," I told the unfortunate item," She never will. "The floorboards moaned in sorrow as I meandered down the hallway. It was a coincidence that I seemed to enter the nursery where she was supposed to spend a whole eighteen years. Of course, the bright yellow walls, cream cradle, and baby clothes wouldn't stay here. They probably would have been sorted in the attic; a trek Sam and I would never make. I caressed her unused clothes. A jean jumper with a poufy blouse, blue velvet boots, and a knit hat from Grandma were packed neatly in an oak drawer that was frosted vanilla. I had longed for the day when I could have dressed her with motherly expertise, but I was yet to become a professional. My throat went dry when I spotted the frayed stuffed bear with a half ear. I squeezed my fingers around its tiny torso. Her hands were to squeeze the hand-me-down like I had done so long ago. I threw the bear furiously across the room like this act of anger would bring her into my arms. Today was supposed to be my first day as a mom. Today was supposed to be the best day of my entire life. A whole nine months had been leading up to this day. A day that meant that she was healthy and...alive. Today was my little girl's one day birthday...in heaven.
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