12 days of christmas.

My short story for the love competition :) <3 x

Sam hates the one holiday everyone should love! Chrismas is about holiday cheer and spending some time with the family but something in her life changed all of that. She recieves something that she sees as a gift and could change her views on christmas, forever!

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9. That new fresh start.

We paint it white with sand coloured wicker chairs, just like a beach house! Pictures of me, Maria and my mum on every inch of the wall, no space for anything bad. In Maria’s room there is a beautiful window that opens right out, you can see the city from there and the air is fresh and clean. I open the window and dust from the window sill escapes out, as if it isn’t dust, but Maria, escaping from the once darkened and lonely room. My mum moves closer to me, she pulls me closer to me and kisses my forehead, as if I was a child once again. “She would have been proud.” “She is proud mum, proud of us.” We both sit in the room for a while, laughing at silly things my mum remembers us both doing as children, the wind blowing through the room and the radio playing Ed Sheeran- Lego house. Everything is perfect, even if it did take two days to do it! “So what does Maria want you to do next?” my mum raises “Ummm...” I begin as I reach for the paper in my jean pocket, take a deep breath and read the next request;

Next I want you to see New York, I have always wanted to go but always too ill and mum could never afford it. So go. See the sights and highlights and take lots of pictures for me! It is a once in a lifetime opportunity, so make the most of it and I will be there with you! “She wants me to go to...” I stop, shocked at the next request. “Go where?” “New York, can you come with me?” “No, I can’t I have a lot to do, take Helen, you are her friend and you don’t want your mum there.” I nod, “can you look after Mac?” “Of course I can, go, book it now, quickly.” I stand up, rushing to get out but I stop turn and hug my mum for one last time, I jog out of the room and catch a glimpse of my mum in the mirror, slouching in the chair and looking around, a tear falling from her soft skin.

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