My Mama Told Me When I Was Young 소설 & 이야기

Amelia’s POV I was a toddler when Mommy told me we were going on an adventure, and Daddy would come to find us later. The only thing I remember from that night; I screamed for my Daddy; he would always come and fight the scary monsters in my dreams away so I could fall back to sleep.

Today of all days, I should have known it would be from Mama. Mama: Happy Birthday, my Sweet Pea!!! Daddy and I can’t wait to see you at breakfast today! I love you… bigger than Pi is infinite! A tear slips out of my eye while reading her text message. Mama always knows how to make me feel loved. When she uses our love phrase, the one we’ve had for as long as I can remember, it makes me feel like a carefree kid again. Back when I used to enjoy the early mornings; the adventure of a new day and what I could learn from it.

Tell that to the Grand Canyon-sized hole in my heart where Mama used to live. Before the big Cancer gatecrashed our lives, Mama was a ray of sunshine. Her laughter was like music, bouncing off the walls and filling our home with warmth. That woman's smile, I tell ya, it could melt the iciest hearts. She was our beacon, guiding us through life's ups and downs, always there with a gentle touch and a positive word.

“Like he was afraid you’d disappear.” I swallowed hard. “Mama…” “You’ve always tried to do everything yourself,” she went on, ignoring the tears gathering in my eyes. “Even when you were little. You’d fall down and scrape your knees, and you’d tell me you didn’t need help getting back up.” A shaky laugh broke out of me, but it quickly dissolved into a sob. “I remember,” I whispered. Her thin fingers squeezed mine. “You were so determined to take care of me,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “Even when you were too young to understand what that meant. And you did, baby. You did more than I ever could have asked of you.”

I confessed, looking at my mama finally. “Oh mija,” Mama whispered with a shake of her head. “I….I did my best to give you a good upbringing. Mia never remembered anything about our life before Kyle. But I should have known that those memories would have left their mark on you. I just…I thought we were all finally happy and that everything would be fine now.” Her lower lip trembled and tears filled her eyes.

It wasn't a response triggered by a directive, but something that belonged to me, alive and beating. It was as though a crack had formed in solid ice, and gradually, a faint warmth seeped through the opening. These days continued to follow one after the other. They stopped issuing casual commands to me, yet without a command, I simply sat in place from sunrise to sunset, like a piece of machinery in standby mode. Mamma would sit by my side every day and tell me stories from when I was little. She would tell me how, at three, I first called her "Mamma" and how she had laughed in delight, spinning me in her arms several times, while Papa, standing nearby, told her to stop because it made his h

I missed my mama every day. She told me she'd have to go to heaven first, but I hadn't really believed her. Or maybe I didn't understand what that meant. Everything she told me had been true. My daddy came to take his turn when hers was over, and he brought Cora. My mama hadn't been able to tell me much about her except that she would love me. And she'd been right.

I really didn’t know how much she knew. “Myla, I want you to tell me everything. Your mother June, was my best friend.” She looked down. “I met you when you were only a few days old. June was so proud of you. I remember her saying you were special and were going to do amazing things.” She wiped a tear from her cheek. I didn’t know what to say. I knew my mother had friends, but I didn’t remember many of them. “I didn’t know you were her friend.”

One day, my mother who had pretty much become an invalid recluse by this time called me into her room and told me a story that shocked me beyond words.

My soul desperately drifted toward my mother's office, only to find her happily chatting with Sharon. Sharon flipped through my mother's notebook with wide-eyed amazement, her face full of envy. "Wow, Mrs. Cole, are these all the nutritional meals you made for Briana? "Every dish has instructions and health benefits written down. You must've been keeping this notebook for years." The moment I saw the notebook in her hands, my eyes stung. My mother had started writing in it the day I was born. She always said that as long as she followed the recipes inside, I would grow up healthy and strong.