Mother Dear

Mother dear don't forget me
For all the times that you helped me
I am eternally grateful
You turned my life to colorful

Mother dear I won't forget you
If you want to leave I'll let you
You ought to know I'll miss you a lot
And that your other half will not

{••●♥●••}

- I was in the kitchen with my mum, sitting on one of the wooden chairs. My mum was standing up, preparing my breakfast. My arms flew around the air as I pretended to stretch, but instead I just moved my hands as if I was dancing. I was so happy. "Can I have cookies, mummy?"

"What's the magic word?" My mum asked me, turning her head to me, smiling so brightly.

"Please mummy. Can I have cookies now? Pweeesee? Pweety pweeeseee?" I begged my mother, pretending to sound like a 4 year old, but instead I was 8.

She smiled at me again and held out my cookies, me flying out of my seat and running to grab them hastily until I slipped and fell on the floor.

I hit my head hard so I got dazed. I was sure I'd hurt my right wrist, judging by my inability to move it while trying to get up. I was moaning out of pain.

My mum quickly ran to my side, looking more worried than she was when she had lost her wallet with her 500 pounds in them. She helped me up and immediately took me to the doctor while I was in my pajamas. Looking back at it she really did love me.

We were sitting in the hospital waiting for my turn to come. I looked at my mum and suddenly I felt so wonderful. I was grateful to have my mother with me.

"Mum?"

"Yes, Paulie?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Paulie." -

"Why am I here you monster?" I hissed at the figure standing before me; my father.

"Oh, you can't be this devastated to see me Paulie. Why are you so... huffy, all of a sudden?" He asked, coming close to me and walking around me and the uncomfortable chair I was in.

"Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down..."

I felt shame as he encircled me, me keeping my head down. He irritated me with his foolish behavior and scared me at the same time. He was just so... apathetic. I didn't want to look up at him just to see him smirking at me lifelessly. He was too arrogant to bother proving that had the upper hand. He already had it.

- At the hospital I had my head on my mother's lap. She was stroking my hair and humming a song to me. She always made me feel better.

Coming towards us looking incensed was my father - Magnus.

"Lily, what was so important that I came here? You told me that something terrible happened and that I was needed, but I do not see you dressed in a hospital gown and lying almost lifeless on a bed!" Magnus screamed, not bothering to keep quiet as he screamed. Many people stared at him, taken aback by his sudden eccentric outbreak. He never minded the attention.

"Magnus, please, could you calm down? Paul is hurt, he hit his head pretty hard and I think he has broken his right wrist." My mum explained to him, feeling tense after his burst as well. She just wanted to help me, but Magnus never cared.

"You do this one more time bitch and you're going to hell." -