Memories ch. 30

Lily opened the refrigerator and looked inside.

"We don’t have any milk"

"What do you need milk for?"

"To give Sam milk and cookies when she wakes up"

"No, I don’t think we have any milk"

"Im going to the market then"

"Don’t go, it’s raining"

"I’ll be back soon"

"Ok," John walked over, leaned in and kissed Lily good-bye.

Lily drove to the market and bought milk. She bumped into Ms. Anne and chatted with her only for a little while, since she was hurrying home to see Little Sam. On her way home she had gotten into a car accident. She was taken to the hospital. John and Sam rushed to see her. Two minutes after seeing John she passed away.

Time again Sam would remember when something triggered her memory.

(Back to airplane scene)

"Thanks," I replied back to Mikey.

"Yea, no problem. Are you okay? You don’t look alright"

"Im...im...ok"

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, I just have a really bad head ache"

I rolled over on my side and fell asleep. I slept for two hours remembering my mother that day she died. Im sure I moved around during my sleep for when I woke, I was faced the opposite direction. I saw Mikey looking at me but I fell back asleep, returning to my dream. My dream traced back to my mother getting into the car and leaving.

(Sam’s dream in her point of view) (what had happened that day her mom died)

After my mommy left my room, thinking I had fallen asleep I heard her talking to daddy downstairs. Next I heard the door open and close. I tried to run to the window but I tumbled to the floor when my foot was wrapped in my blanket. When I shook off my baby blanket and got to my feet, I raced to the window. This time a little more aware of where my feet were.

At last, when I got to the low, white, window and peered out. I only saw the end of my mommy’s car. I turned back to see my dark room with my toys spread in different areas. About twenty minutes later the phone rang. Dad quickly picked up the phone so the noise didn’t wake me. He too, thought I was asleep. I heard a brief conversation with my dad and a man on the other line. Fear and sadness were in my dad’s tone and he started to tear.

A few minutes later my dad ran upstairs still tearing in his eyes trying to hide his tears. When I heard his feet still outside the door I jumped into bed and pretended to be asleep. My dad threw open the door and shook my shoulders, and then I opened my eyes. His eyes were blood shot and I knew something wrong had happened to my mommy.

Dad picked me up and carried me out of the house. He placed me in the back of his beat up pick-up truck and quickly put a seat belt around me. He shut off the radio probably trying to concentrate. I heard the cobble stones underneath the old tires. We passed many tall trees and bushes.