• Oh mother...
    She was a beautiful woman.
    Her hair flowed in the most perfect of ways. Her stunning blue eyes sparkled in the light.
    She was so kind, and was always smiling.
    She had three daughters, including myself, and a son.
    My sisters and I, always asked her if our hair would grow out long and flowing like hers when we get older.

    Everybody loved her.

    And everyone was devastated when she died..

    She died of a disease, I don't remember which one, Nor do I want to...
    But for awhile after her death. Our family became nearly destroyed... Me and my sisters, who use to be inseparable. Were nearly sick of each other for a while..
    Our father would leave early for what he called work, and came back very late during the night.
    Everybody knew he wasn't going to work, Including myself. He was going to drink off his troubles and pain...
    Every night...
    He'd leave us with our aunt, who hated seeing him do this to us.
    So one night. They would stop arguing. After a while, our father ran out the door. And he didn't come back for a week..
    When he got back, everything was quiet for a little while. My sister and I were silently doing the dishes. Our sister watching the television, And our brother, trying to read one of his little books. Our aunt sat at the table drinking her tea. Him, watching her. They didn't like each other much around that time.

    After a while. Our father left again for a few weeks.
    Except this time when he came back. He hugged us, and told us how sorry he was.
    That was when my little brother asked when mother was going to come home.
    We all looked at him.
    Me and my sisters tried to hide our tears for fear of upsetting him.
    Our father picked up my little brother and signaled for us to follow.
    He then explained to us of how our mother was watching us from above. And that even though she was gone from the earth, She wasnt gone from our minds... Or our hearts...

    Then, after that...We were a family again. Eating all together again. Being with eachother at Christmas, and birthdays.

    I remember about a year or so later. I was walking with my little brother. It was just me and him.

    He then asked me where mother was. I pointed to the sky.

    He shook his head and pointed to his heart.

    I cried a little and told him he was right. And that she will always be there.

    And even sometimes, at night, I hear him talking to her, telling her how much he loves her, and how he hope shes doing well in heaven.

    I know she is, and I know shes watching over him...