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WOOOT~! Say hello to chapter 2 everyone~! ...this is where I reveal stuff. *as I noticed that I give flashbacks or infos on 2nd and 3rd chapters* I'm sorry for late updates, but I just barely got enough time for simming nowadays. I'll update at least monthly lolz ^^

WOOOT~! Say hello to chapter 2 everyone~! ...this is where I reveal stuff. *as I noticed that I give flashbacks or infos on 2nd and 3rd chapters* I'm sorry for late updates, but I just barely got enough time for simming nowadays. I'll update at least monthly lolz ^^ As the sun shines, birds chirped cheerfully as they spread their songs from tree to tree. There was a soft breeze with a bit of sunshine; Sunday on May – Mother’s day. “Scott! Breakfast’s getting cold,” shouts a very irritated Zinnia, “Mom’s waiting!” “The dead has all the time in the world, Zin.” Scott groggily murmured as she slowly crawls from the bedroom door. Hearing this, my Zinnia got flushed bright red. “Have some respect! Do you know what day it is?” Slowly Scott sat on the table and buried her head in her arms. “The day she died?” Her sister placed the plates on the table with a mix of grim and sad look on her face. “Other than that…?” She asked once more; sighed when her sister couldn’t answer. “She died on the 9th, her birthday, six years ago…” Zinnia started as she took bites of her plate. “You were only ten and you thought she was sleeping…” For about half an hour both just sat there, quiet - not daring to say a thing; afraid, grieved, nervous? I myself am not sure what they were feeling – let alone, what they were thinking. Both of them tried to say something, but decided not to. “Her birthday…” Scott whispered while she sat still. “She died on her birthday, because of me…” The statement was too gloom-filled; she wouldn’t dare let anyone hear it. “I’ll wash the dishes.” She said as she got up and went to the kitchen. Time is neutral I must say. It passes by in the same speed, whatever the circumstance. However, while my poor troubled daughter washed those dishes, it felt like time stood still. I could feel myself, wanting to pat her shoulder, hug her, and tell her it’s all right. But that’s impossible. I just watch her from a distance as she got herself lost in the memories of the past. Six years ago, May 9th at our family home, we were celebrating my 34th birthday at our old house. Everyone from both sides of the family came and the house was filled with laughter, joy and dancing. On that day I didn’t realize… …that it would be my last. As I imagined the scenes I noticed her tremble before me. Could it be that she saw what I saw? “Scott, the cemetery closes by 12 noon for lunch break, hurry!” Unfortunately before I could wrap my arms around her she already ran out the kitchen. “Yeah, hold your horses!” Oddly, she looked back, smiled and said, “Happy Birthday mom.” Tears flooded my eyes as I felt a mix of happiness, joy and pain in my heart. Even if I’m not living, I could feel it pumping, beating against my chest. “I love you, sweetie.” I said as I blew her a kiss. “Double time girl, we still need to go to dad’s place this afternoon!” A very irritated Zinnia said. “Quit being so hot headed! You’ll get old early.” Zinnia pouted at the remark. “Me, get old? Nuh-uh. Not until I get a boyfriend, get married and have six children I won’t,” she joked. Time passed as they drove and soon arrived at the Spider lily Cemetery at near noon. “Ladies, we close in 15 minutes,” says the guard at the gate. “We won’t be long, sir.” They said as they climbed up the prayer shrine. Soon after praying they approached my grave where Zinnia noticed a vase of Proteas. “Looks like mom has an admirer,” she remarked with a soft smile. “Somebody must’ve mistaken mom’s grave for someone else’s.” As usual, my very negative Scott disagreed with her sister’s statement. “Yeah, I bet that somebody just accidentally knew that Proteas are one of mom’s favorite flowers.” Zinnia teased. After cleaning my grave, praying for my wellbeing and bidding goodbye, the two rode on to visit their father. Something I never expected both of them would do. But he’s still their father, no matter what.

Lorelei - II

Jun 1, 2009 by kanzen
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    13 Comment(s) posted so far

    On Jun 1, 2009 simsuperstars333 wrote:

    woah!!!\:rah\:
    moms ghost!!!!\:eek\:
    LOVE the next chapter!!!!\:wub\:
    ^_^

    On Jun 1, 2009 smiley00girl wrote:

    Great part! Can't wait for more! \:D \:D

    On Jun 1, 2009 zoe23323 wrote:

    omg ghost!Q scarry
    lol jk awesome

    On Jun 2, 2009 kanzen wrote:

    ahaha LOL she's not really scary at all ^^" thanks for the feedbacks everyone~!

    On Jun 2, 2009 Mangio wrote:

    Scott must have blamed her mother's death on her. im guessing their dad placed the flowers their. cant wait till the next part, even though its going to be a long wait. :/

    On Jun 2, 2009 Yukosan wrote:

    Awesome! Sad part \:\( but it's great writing, keep up the good work. 5.0 \:D

    On Jun 3, 2009 candy820 wrote:

    Another great part. Waiting for the next one.\:D

    On Jun 5, 2009 martaerika wrote:

    amazing

    On Jun 6, 2009 clairepitts1994 wrote:

    Soo sad! But soo good! I'm torn\:P Looking soo forward to the next part\:D hope it's up soon!!

    On Jun 8, 2009 x-lollypop wrote:

    Can't wait for next chapter. 5 stars.

    On Jun 9, 2009 cep1247 wrote:

    another great chapter! thanks for sharing!\:\)

    On Jun 10, 2009 miller1220 wrote:

    So, how did their mother die? i ddin't really understand./ Cool part anyway, this is a mysterious story. \:D

    On Jun 22, 2009 charray wrote:

    Great job on this part \:\)  5.0 \:rah\:

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