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Love Story

I chose this picture because its a picture of my grandma
my mom and i when i was really young. this picture is about
the last time i seen my mom. shes a very important person to me.

The wind glides through my hair, like a soft rub from the perfect hand. Is it her? I sit patiently, waiting for the moment when I’ll hear “I love you” again. My heart aches, there’s tears dripping from my heart, and tears of salt dripping from my eyes. I blink, SPLASH! The tear hits my shirt leaving a trail upon my cheek. I rub it off pretending it’s her wiping away my tears telling me “everything will be okay, all we need is a little time.” I close my eyes, and there she is. She’s looking at me from a distance, smiling. Her long blond hair is swaying slowly in the mild wind and her hand waving at me side to side. I get too excited, smiling from ear to ear. Then, I open my eyes, POOF! She’s gone!  My love for her is epic! Epic as to when the U.S. built an atomic bomb and set it in Japan. People’s lives got ruined, and cities were ruined, but my love for her is just as big, but a whole lot sweet. The thought of her only gives me a single second to be with her. When my eyes close, our time together is limited to when I re-open them. She appears and disappears, in my thoughts and in my dreams. Forever and eternity she will be a memory. The biggest best memory I never shall forget.

Sacred Jar

“Mom, I’m miss you more and more everyday! It’s been such a long time since I’ve last seen you. Been about 11 years. I wish you were here, so you could see all the wonderful things I’m doing. I love you dearly, and I can’t wait for our re-acquaintance!”

I chose this picture because i lost my mom about 11 years ago,
and this vignette is very important to me, and i just wanted
to give a little shout out to her, so she knows im still thinking of her.

I slowly open the jar. Plop! It falls on top of the other letters I’ve been saving since 5th grade. This jar is my life; the key to my heart. This jar is an angel, a pretty angel who shines so brightly, like when the most beautiful girl in the world walks in the room, wearing a long white sparkly elegant dress, who flips her long perfect hair, and everyone stops and stares. I close the jar, defending it with my life. I hide this jar in a very sacred place. If you find it, don’t touch it. If you do touch it, I'll come charging at your like a bull, rampaging towards you, as if you're holding an imaginary red flag in your hand. Bang! You’re gone. Another subject to my story, my mom will soon receive.