Daisies by Sammantha Lewis (acx book reading TXT) 📖

she called. (My mother calling me 'Elly' often it was her nickname for me.) The doctor lifted on to the floor. With my teady bear in my arms, I ran over to her.
"Mama, he said you’re going somewhere I can't find you." my mother patted me on the head and held my hand. Her brown eyes where watery. She stared to tear up.
“I’m not leaving yet." she lied. I turned to the doctor.
"I told you." I said. I knew my mother was dying, but being so small I did not want her to leave me.
Her hands then got very cold. I griped her hand tighter and started to cry.
“Mama?" I asked, she put my hair behind my ear. I started to cry harder to where I could hardly speak.
"What's going to happen?"I asked her with hopeful eyes. her hand got colder and heaver. She then looked at me one more time.
"I’m so sorry, be a good girl." she said. Cold as ice, she then closed her eyes and was now at peace. I stared to shack her hand.
"Mama? Mama!" the doctor lifted me up and walked me out of the room. I was calling to my dead mother.
Another doctor handed Mrs. Smith a letter from my mother. The door closed and the hallway grew longer and longer.
I was then in a little black dress and had my bear and a daisy in my hand. I ran down the hallway, and opened the door to see a chapel. In the front, there was a black coffin. I walked down the aisle. When I opened the coffin, I say my mother. I rubbed my eyes and opened them to see my foster family, Arthur and Beth Smith. I was then fourteen again. I was horrified. I turned around, and was frightened to see my three parents’ graves with daises around them. I ran away from the graves, and I ended up in town. I saw a store and walked up to the window. I saw a newspaper I looked at the headlines. I saw the first one, which read, "rebel troop executed by gun fire" the other one was "couple is missing" I looked at the photo of the couple, and all my fears were right there. The couple missing was my parents.
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"MOM!”, I yield. I then realized it was a dream and relief washed over me. I sat up in my bed. I realized that I had woken up. I grabbed the back of my neck and looked around me room. It was 6:15 in the morning. I saw the bear I had in my dream on the floor. I picked it up and looked at it. I have not had that dream for months. I looked over to my bookshelf and saw the photo of my birth mother and me at the fair.
I got up out of bed and walked over to pick it. I whipped of the dust and studied it hard. The photo was taken before she got sick, I t was me up on her shoulders at the fair, it was the day I got my bear . I looked at the back of it and it read 'in memory of Mary Dubowsky, April/15/1907- June/04/1930'.
My mother and father came bursting into my room.
"What’s wrong? We head a scream!" my mother asked.
"I’m fine. I had a bad dream and I woke up screaming." I told them.
"the dream again." my father said. I nodded my head. I crossed my arms.
" Mama, could I see the letter my real mom gave me."
" I knew you would want to see it someday."

CHAPTER 3: The hidden letter

My mother handed me the letter. I opened it to read it.

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Dear, Bethany
As I lay here in my bed writing this, I look out the window thanking God for this life, but in a way, it is like a curse because I will not live to see Elly grow. Therefore, I ask you to do so, do what I cannot, and make her world brighter. For no child should go through what she is going though. At all means, needed keep her safe.
Elly talks about how we will go to the park when I‘m better, but sadly the disease is winning the battle. I cry every night, for I only have days left. I also smile because I will die with no regrets. The only regret is that I will not be there on her first day of school, her graduations, and her wedding. That is my one thing I will never have, so raise her as me.
As for my last wish, I wish that you gave her my last name. If you are unable to care for her any more, then please send her to my mother, Edna Dubowsky, she lives in Italy.
So now, I leave you everything to my name : my daughter, my money , and my home. The one thing I will not give to you is my unfinished life. That I leave in a happier time.

Your dearest,
Mary
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I closed the letter and put it in my dresser. I wanted to keep it to remind me that I was her all. As I looked at the photo of use, I saw something behind it. I took the photo out of the frame, and remaining in the frame was a letter. I took the letter out ant on the envelope I said ‘only open in times of sorrow’. I then put the letter also in the dresser.
I walked out into the living room, and saw Mama and Papa sitting reading the paper and drinking tea.
“Um….do you thing we could go to the park today.” I asked
“Well, I don’t see why not,” Mama, told me.

We spent the day near the river and bird watching. We laughed and told stories. It was as if I returned to the time before the war. Papa splashed me with water a few times. We even we chased by ducks. I also discovered a meadow with daisies growing. I picked a bouquet of them. Sadly, at seven o’ clock we had to head home. I saw a man walking and asked him to take our photo. I gave him my twin lenses camera and asked a man walking by to take our picture. After he did so, we left for home. I went to bed and mama and papa went to their meeting.
I woke up the next morning. When I opened my eyes it seemed like the letter, and the nightmare was just a dream. I wanted to believe they were , because although the nightmare was a dream It bothered me quite a bit. I kept thinking of when I saw my parent's tombstone, and them missing. I felt like it meant that something horrid and life changing was going to happen. Sadly, whenever I had this feeling to expect something I was usually correct.
I tried to shake this horrid thought from my head. I took a deep breath and got out of my bed. I walked into the front room to fix myself breakfast. I looked all over our kitchen and only found bread ,butter , and fruit. It was not much but it was healthy and filling. as I ate my breakfast, I noticed that the house was strangely quiet. I was pleasant yet at the same time, it felt empty. after I finished I grabbed my trench coat and walked out on to the balcony.
It was very cold that day as well. I stood there in a state of thought. I thought about many things, the race , Mrs. king, mother , father, and myself. I looked out into the city. It was dark and cold. I could hear people yelling and laughing. I heard cars. I peered of the brick wall down into the alley. The alley was about 12 feet across. It was a painful site. If I had looked down there about four years ago I would have seen something that resembled a small park. There would still be children playing, woman talking to each other through their window , and maybe miss. Taylor would have been tending her small garden.
I had not seen Miss.