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Alexia walked along the boardwalk of the beach. Long blonde strands gently flying around her face from the breeze that flowed in from the ocean. Her bright blue eyes scanning the sands of the beach and all the surfers, swimmers, and sunbathers
So daddy's wish had come true. We came back to the place of his childhood so he can re-establish some roots and get back "in tune with the islands" or so he says. He just wanted to come back and see his old friend, Tito. Sure he had friends back in Iowa, but nothing like Tito. They had like a BOND going, a brotherly sort of thing that men have and woman can't explain and sometimes don't want to.
She smiled and stopped at a part in the boardwalk, leaning her arms over the railing to watch some kids out in the ocean. Her thoughts going back to her deceased mother and what she would say if she were in Lexi's shoes right now
I know what she'd say..Oh my god, those kids better be careful. I wonder if they know there are sharks in those waters? Perhaps I should tell them?
A soft laugh escapes her lips as she remembers her mother's ways. Mama had been deathly afraid of sharks having had a bad experience in Florida at Sea World
Yeah the experience..see a week before our annual family vacation my daddy and mama pick two places for vacation. That year's choices had been California or Florida. We were unanimous in chosing Florida, because of DisneyWorld, SeaWorld and all that. So we get down there, right? And unpack at the hotel then split off into groups to go see the attractions. Mama and I chose Sea World as the first stop. We went there and were allowed to go into that wading pool with the tame sharks in it, or so we thought they were tame. Turns out one of them was a tad bit aggressive and attacked my mama, it managed to bite a chunk out of her leg before one of the persons working there could harness it. Thus ending mama's love of the ocean and water.
Then like a year or two later my daddy got this letter from a lawyer of an uncle he had met only once before. Uncle Cyrus (yes I'm taking it from 13 Ghosts so sue me) had left him this big old manor in Hawaii. He was thrilled to read the letter and wanted so badly to move back there except for mama. Mama refused to step foot near the ocean again, she refused daddy's beggings and pleadings until he gave in and stopped. You could tell he was heartbroken but he wouldn't let you know or come out saying he was.
That was in 1999, now my story turns to 2000 where we learn mama had developed lung cancer. The doctor gave her 3+ months to live, but warned us she might not make it all three months and we should ready ourselves for it. Daddy took some time off from work [he's a restaurant owner], while Adam and I were expected to go to school everyday like it was no big deal. It WAS a big deal, it was my senior year and it hurt that my mama might not be there for my big day, to see me walk across the platform proudly wearing my cap and gown.
She brushes a tear from her cheek and sniffles a little bit, still gazing out into the water, voice choked up now
And..she..she did die exactly 3 months after being diagnosed which was six months shy of my graduation. I cried for days and refused to get out of bed to go to school.
That's when daddy decided we should move. Iowa was becoming too depressing for us. So that's why we are here, to settle some new roots, for my dad to re-establish his friendship with Tito and to maybe start over with life. No we haven't forgotten mama, her ashes are in an urn setting atop our new fireplace. Everytime I walk by them I kiss my fingers then the urn, I also talk to it. I'm not crazy, it's been 3 years since she died. I'm all grown up and ready to turn 21 without a mother figure around.
Lexi nods and looks down, mouth shutting as more silent tears flow down her cheeks
[PB is CHrissy Aguilera AIM is Luring Lexi]
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