Chapter 03 " Goodbye, Mommy III "

A nine years old girl was supposed to know everything right? But I don't think so. One would say I was so stupid for leaving out my mom in my life, especially for letting her take just a little place in my heart, unlike my dad who took a massive part.

When people hear/ read my story, I might be marked the foolish kid and Morris the good kid, but I was nothing like that. I loved my mom so much, no I did love all of my family but I only gave dad exceptional love and I was sure he loved me back even more than the much love I had for him.

Dad and I were what you would call inseparable and we couldn't do without each other but even as much as dad loved me, I wanted him to love Morris just the same.

" Where is my momma?" I asked Mrs. Roseline, my eyes teary as I looked at Morris and my dad. I wanted to go meet dad and ask him too, but for the first time, I was scared of him. His eyes were terrifying and so red that I couldn't go and when I heard Morris say he killed my Mom, I wanted to fully understand everything.

" Take her out of here, right now," Dad yelled, his voice sent cold shivers down my spine and I suddenly lost control and began crying my voice so loud that Mrs. Roseline had to hold me tight.

My tears increased when I began calling my dad's name, I didn't want to leave and I didn't want him to hurt Morris either. As I was being taken away, the last sight I caught hold of that still plays vividly in my head till now was dad yanking Morris roughly. I was frightened and at the same time scared for Morris.

Mrs. Roseline took me back inside my room and laid me on my bed hugging me while she joined me in crying.

" Mrs. Roseline, what's going to happen to Morris. Would my brother be alright? "I asked sniffing, but I still had glimmers of dry and wet tears on my face.

" What about momma, where's she. Doesn't she want to see Morris and me anymore?" I asked yet again but didn't get any reply immediately. About 10 minutes later Mrs. Roseline cuddled me and caressed my hair.

" Alexa, daddy won't hurt Morris okay. And mommy's going to come back for you both". Her words didn't calm me down at all, I was still scared even worse and I began shuddering even though I wasn't feeling cold. " I want to see Morris". It was also quite shocking to me why I asked for Morris instead of my dad or mom... It never occurred to me that I was more worried about my brother than my parents right now and maybe it was because I had never seen him that angry before even with dad.

Luckily for me, I slept off-hours later and only woke to see my dad sitting next to me in a black outfit. I didn't wonder why he was wearing such either but I only thought he was going to travel again.

"Daddy, are you going back again? You haven't played with me yet". I said to him in my cutest voice caressing my eyes. The unhappy look on my dad's face was like none I had ever seen before.

My dad lifted me and hugged me softly. " Come on, let's get you dressed up. We all need to be somewhere. And baby, don't worry about mommy, she traveled and won't be back for a long time" Dad said and I became said immediately.

" Why didn't she take morris and me along?" I asked again, but my dad smiled and told me not to worry or miss her too much.

An hour later, Mrs.Roseline was called to dress me up properly. I didn't want to put on a black tuxedo but dad told me to, so I did. I came downstairs with Mrs. Roseline and my eyes immediately met with that of Morris but he looked away.

I, Morris, and my dad all got into the car but Mrs. Roseline stayed behind waving me goodbye with a sad face. I grimaced till the door was shut and when the car started moving, I merrily rested on dad.

Throughout the ride, Morris stayed silent clenching his fist and he cried silently to himself too while dad completely ignored him.

Many people were gathered and some kept sad faces, while others were crying. When dad held my hands and we all walked in, my eyes became watery and my heart ached and I was sure it was the same for Morris.

A large portrait of mom was there, and flowers were surrounded somewhere close to a coffin.

That was when it all started, a great feeling of pain and misery swept through my very little heart and made it ache more, and till today I still can not forget how I felt that very day, especially when I saw Morris kneel in front of her portrait and began crying again.

I had thought the death of my mom would be the end but it wasn't. I didn't know more and more pains still laid ahead and my life would slowly become shattered.