Little Selma (3)

Little Selma ran to her mother’s room and stood there in silence trying hard to figure out why her mom was crying. She hid in the corner fearing that her mom would be upset if she sees her.

Selma put her head down in sadness for her mom’s tears. Her curly golden brown hair locks fell gently over her face and covered her pained features. A tear fell over her rosy blushed cheeks and unintentionally she made a sound, similar to a sigh. Selma’s mom turned around and saw little Selma. Slowly, she called her daughter over to come and sit by her side. “Come here little Selma.” She said, “What’s wrong?”

“I just felt that you are very sad and that made me cry. What is wrong? Where is grandma now? Is she coming over?” Selma said in a sad and muffled voice.

Selma’s mom inhaled deep long breaths while her tears ran down all the way to her neck and covered the collar of her black dress. “Grandma won’t be coming here anymore.” Selma’s mom replied, hoping for the questions to end here.

“Is she angry at me? Did I do anything to upset here?” Selma’s questions continued to flow.

“No honey, of course not. Grandma was very sick and she is resting now. She is going to a better place where she we will be healthy and happy again.” Selma’s mom replied.

“Can we visit her?” Selma asked anxiously.

“I’m afraid not. But I’ll tell you a little trick you can do: Every time you miss her, close your eyes and remember her and you will see her in front of you.” Selma’s mom said, trying so hard not to falter and stay strong.

Selma was confused. She hugged her mom and laid her head on her lap and fell in silence.

Later on that night, Selma could hear her mom in the next room, she could hear her crying.
Selma stayed in her bed, closed her eyes real tight and saw her grandma and spoke to her for a few minutes before she fell asleep.

“Good night Grandma. I love you…” Those were her last words…


About outlived

X-dreamer, fighter and writer... Using words to unleash the pain that eats me from the inside out, day after day!
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