Young Writers Society

This is a short piece I wrote in regards to almost losing my mother. I love her with all my heart and am happy that she is safe(:

Hey Mom, it's me, Ava. I just wanted to tell you something: thanks. I know giving birth wasn't easy and raising a anxious teenager wasn't either, but somehow, you did it.

I remember one time when I was going through my first breakup. I was devastated. And even though I'd yell at you, telling you that you didn't understand, you'd still find a way to forgive me and offer to watch a movie with me. It must have been tough to do everything you have done. I know it was hard for me when little Sophie was born.

Speaking of Sophie, she's almost nine! David and I are thinking of taking her to the beach. Remember when we last went to the beach as a family? God, that was forever ago. Dad was dancing with April, you and I were tanning, laughing at Josh who attempted surfing. Yeah, taking Sophie to the beach will be nice.

I can't wait until she's old enough to do daily shopping, getting our nails done- remember my first time? I couldn't stop laughing from how much it tickled! Aw, I miss the times when I'd come home from school to gloat to you how much everyone loved them. You'd start dancing to some classic music, attempting to be young again. You were so cute.

Oh! I got my wedding pictures hung up in the new house. Dad helped, too. I made sure to have the one of you and I dancing with April's daughter in the middle of them all. Remember that day? How could I forget you crying as you watched April do the finishing touches on my dress. You hated the fact that David was 'taking me away from you'.

I remember when you were almost taken from me all those years ago. I hated it, I was so young. I was sitting in my room with April, fussing over makeup when Josh burst through the door, panting, "Ava! April! Come quick!" When I saw you, I thought you were already dead. The doctor told us it was a minor heart attack. I didn't let you eat any deli meat for weeks.

April's daughter graduates next week! Remember my graduation? Dad wouldn't stop talking about jobs and you wouldn't stop crying. 'My little girl's all grown up!' you would keep saying that even to the day I had Sophie.

April's on her way with Cid and Mark. Little Cid is adorable, looks just like you. Josh and Heidi are here. David's here too, Mom. Dad is sitting in the chair, crying. Sophie is on his lap, hugging him. I guess my turn is up. Mom... I love you. I feel I never said it enough. I'll visit you daily, hopefully every Sunday and keep you updated!

With that, I got off my knees and kissed my mother's cold cheek. I walked over to David and rested my head on his shoulder. "'You okay?" he asked, rubbing my back.

"Yes... I am now. It was her time to go, I guess." I smiled up at him and let the tears flow.