Chapter 1
I was with my pink dress with flat shoes, standing in front of my mother's grave, sobbing from an hours.
"Hey! Mom, you know two weeks from now, I will be eight years old. I know you will never forgot my birthday, as always. I wish you are still here by my side not I'm just talking to your cold grave" I started.
Tears started to escape from my eyes again and again. My eyes is betraying me. I promised to mom that I will not cry in front of her grave, that I will be strong, despite of losing my only mother.
I badly want someone who can comfort me when I'm lonely, hearing all my thoughts/problems in life, advicing me, and be my best friend.
I can't imagine at my young age, I'm experiencing this kind of pain. Children like me are supposed to be happy, playing with their friends, and enjoying their childhood life. But what about me? I'm a child too, I deserve it all. Right?
And now, my mother just dead a few weeks ago and my father is know were to be found. However, even if we are not complete family, my mother fulfill the father's love that I'm carving.
She always here by my side, even if she is tired of doing work, she always asks if I'm okay and most of all-----loving me.
She was diagnosed with brain tumor last year. The doctor said, it started to grow in the head from more than a months ago. She suffer from to much stress and over thinking that lead to a brain tumor.
I'm not hurt physically but emotionally, its to much to handle. To much revilations, to much pain it still can't process in my mind.
"Mom" I called her. I promise to mom I will be brave.
I wipe my tears and I can feel someone staring at me. I looked and found a boy who is sitting beside a grave.
Even if I was two or three meters away. I still can see it, because of the
light of the moon. The grave looks like its never clean for almost a years, there's so much grass and has two or three insects. The boy looks descent, looks like born with a silver spoon, with a black shirt, red jacket, and pants. He looks like an angel with his ocean blue eyes.
I slowly walked towards him without brokening our stares . He stand up and shake off. I'm afraid he heard what I'm saying to my mother. I started crying again when I say the word 'mother'. What can I do? She is close so close to me that even our thinking process is connected, she is my best friend, my protector, she's the only family that left me. And now she's dead.
Right now I need someone who can comfort me. I immediately hug him without complaining he hug me back and cry on his shoulder.
Sobbing like a baby, I cry on his shoulder.
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Here we are sitting under a tree with the light of the moon.
Tapping my shoulder he started. "Shsh....stop crying will you?"
I shook my head and look directly into his eyes. I see clearly, how beautiful to have an ocean blue eyes.
His eyes looks like, I was drowning in the deep water, so beautiful, innocent and pure.
I was born with was born with forest green eyes mom once said it was from my father.
I quikly avoid his glace. I raise my head and look how beautiful the moon was.
"Now, can you answer my questions....hmm?"
There's only one person that asked me that way. I find it sweet when someone asks me a comforting questions.
I slowly nodded.
"So why are you crying?" He asked with a husky voice.
He chuckled softly waiting for my response.
"I don't like sharing my life histories" I said looking out of blue.
He is the first stranger that asked me that sweet voice.
"You said you will answer my questions" he said while pulling the bermuda grass.
"First, I did'nt said, I just nodded and thank you for just simple staying by my side" I said
"Okay, but if you need someone you want to share your problems, I'm just right here sitting beside you"
For once I cry without hesitating that someone will get mad at me. That tell me that I'm just acting.
People thought that I'm just acting to be hurt, judging us at all cost. They did'nt know the real me. Why is people like that? I'm just 7 years old.
People judge us, saying we are not a complete family. Even if that, we are still happy and now mother just dead. I don't know what to do.
I place my head at the edge of his shoulder, he is a little tall from me.
"Shsh...if there is a problem you can talk to me hmm" he said tapping my shoulder before he continue. "I'll try to listen but I don't want some words that irritates me" I laugh softly.
His joke work on me huh?
"I'm just joking you" he smile.
His smile is magnetic, that even other people can't help but to smile.
"When you smile it makes you more beautiful"
Looking in the blue moon I started. "What is your name by the way?"
"My name is....."
