Forgotten by Shanice ward (best biographies to read txt) 📕

tidying my bed I walked into the living room to find my aunt dressed in her new clothes and accessories she looked beautiful apart from the dull colours I smiled at her she just blew me a kiss and returned to hovering on the sofa were my clothes neatly laid out I took them to the bathroom to get changed I pinned my curly lock back with a headband , it was silver and sparkly I returned to the living room to find my grandad and aunty Sandra seated on the sofa whilst my two cousins Carmen and Telisha sat on the chairs at the table they were both wearing a black skirt with a rub red vest top with a black cardigan there hairs were platted into piggy tails my aunty Sandra wore a silk black dress with a black cardigan and my grandad wore a black suit with a red tie , I noticed they were all staring at me I was wearing a black dress with black lacey tight with black pumps and cardigan I also wore the headband , my mother’s headband and her black bracelet my lips were as red as ever and I was very pale today because I felt ill about the funeral, “Hey Rosie your crumpets are over here along with your juice.” My uncle beckoned from by the dinner table pointing to the seat opposite my cousins they were both ten they were twins, they smiled and looked at their feet as I found my seat opposite them I felt everyone’s eyes burning into me I covered my face with one hand as I ate and drank so that I didn’t feel as embarrassed, “well at least she’s eating aye couldn’t have her starve herself now can we.” I heard my aunty Sandra whisper to the others my cheeks blushed red and I began to feel drowsy I closed my eyes and swilled my mouth with juice , I couldn’t hold it back so I jumped of my chair and sprinted towards the bathroom I made it just in time I started puking into the basin of the toilet i felt more sick thinking about being sick my Aunty Carols arms found me , after I stopped spewing she held me in her arms and cradled me for a while I sobbed into her arms she then released me to go and brush my teeth whilst I did so she cleaned up around the toilet and finally spraying air freshener to drown out the smell. I could hear the others in the room next door all whispering curiously “I hope she’ll make it.” my cousins said “no, I think its best she stayed she’s ill and too young “my aunty Sandra announced “No, she is coming it’s her mother for Christ sake have some sympathy for her she’s obviously ill from the stress and as for age she’s fine.” my grandad backed my case and my uncle martin agreed with him.
There was silence for a while I opened the back door that led to the garden and sat on the door step I let the wind brush across my face the fresh air was helping a lot , I sat that for so long that I dozed off on the step .
When I awoke we were outside my memory told me that we were at my mothers favorite park, we were seated on white chairs there was a large whole in front of us which I knew that inside was the coffin which I presumed was where my mother lay, sleeping my eyes filled with water at the thought I looked around the scenery there were a lot of flowers which I thought would be either put in with her or on top , there was a man I think he was a priest he was saying some stuff about how my mother was beloved and fought hard against cancer but has now returned to god in heaven I just wanted to attack him my mother shouldn’t be with god she should be here with me. after the dirt had been put into the grave and flowers placed on top I sat next to the grave talking to my mother I knew she couldn’t hear me but I felt better talking to her , the others walked away but i didn’t want to go i watched them looking at me then turn to talk even Aunty Carol walked away I was about to call her back to me when , some unfamiliar hands found me I froze in shock I couldn’t speak , my eyes tried to find the man who’s hand was upon my shoulder I couldn’t twist my head far enough to see but then he stepped in front of me and changed his position to kneel in front f me that when I recognized him I’ve never seen him in person just in photographs , photographs of him and my mother this man was my father. I struggled to find my words I finally stuttered “why, why are you here?” he just looked at the grass “I loved her once you know; I couldn’t abandon her at her own funeral especially when she’s the mother of my child.” I frowned at him I wanted to say a lot to him but I was only six the only thing I could say which I understood really was “well you abandoned her when I was a baby, when she most needed you!” I shouted these words with fury and anger and turned my head to look at the place upon which my mother had just been buried. “I know and I’m truly sorry for that, but that’s another reason why im here I want to make things right and if I neglected you as a baby I just can’t neglect you now you’re going to come and live with me and my children and fiancé, you will come won’t you.” I started crying I didn’t want to live with him and his new family I didn’t know him at all I wanted to run, run to the family I was familiar with run to my aunty Carol and uncle Martin but I couldn’t see them anywhere why was everyone leaving me, I felt alone at that moment like no one cared for me I felt abandoned. “I don’t know you, where my aunt Carol I want her I want her now!” I cried out to him pleading for him to take me to my aunt, he stood up and said in a deep husky voice “she’s gone it’s just you and m now kid, were going to go back to your house and get your stuff, okay and then you’re coming home with me no questions asked the papers have been signed come on.” I had no choice but to abide how could my family leave me , abandon me for a total stranger , I wanted my mother more than ever why did she have to go , why did she have to get cancer . I sobbed so much that my eyes were red and sore on the way into the house I saw my aunt and uncle leaving I tried to chase the car I was screaming after them they turned the corner and I had lost them my father’s hand caught my arm and spun me around “don’t you ever run off, do you hear me, you could of got hit by a car!” he screamed at with his finger pointing at me his grip was tight and painful. as we entered the house he told me to get my things I shut my door bagged all my stuff up and put them next to my bed I changed my clothes into some piggy pajamas and fell asleep on my bed.


Chapter three -unfamiliar
I woke up by the sunlight on my face , as I turned awake form it the bed I was lying in creaked by bed doesn’t creak I thought I sat up and my faced dropped I looked around the room I was in the carpet was red and the walls were blue this bed looked really old my bags were on the floor by the window this room was smaller than my own bedroom which had all my photos and had my dresser in the one my grandad built for me and my walls and carpet which my mother had done for me I started to cry loudly , then a woman with ginger hair walks in she was very skinny , she wore a black vest top and tracksuit bottoms her hair was tied back In a scrunchie , “what could possibly be a valid reason for you making this much racket , Christ some of us are trying to sleep around her “ she was screeching at me I started sobbing quietly I pulled my knees to my chest wrapped my arms around my legs and began to rock and cry she slammed the door yelling “BRAT!” on the way out I hear her get back into bed I slipped into a pair of jeans and jumper and then I filled a bag with the stuff I needed most and hit it under my bed , in case I have to leave in a hurry I thought to myself.
Two little boys walked into my room just as I hid the bag, one of them the taller one said “my names brad and him he’s Charlie (pointing to the younger one) If you stay out of our mums way you’ll be fine oh and don’t cry either it does her head in.” they both giggled at the last part like they found it funny that im always crying “how old are you brad and what about you Charlie?” Charlie was about to answer then brad silenced him “well me im nine but he’s eight, what about yourself?” he asked genuinely politely “I’m six I will be seven not tomorrow but the next day.” I said this with a smile “ha good luck with presents you haven’t been here long, mom doesn’t know you ,you probably won’t get anything but he being nice to you for the day .” only brad laughed this time Charlie just smiled at me
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Text: Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.-Martin Luther King.
Publication Date: 04-15-2011

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Dedication:
To my best friend jodie whohas lost her mother to cancer-