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"A Motherīs touch"

Missed, but not lost.

 
 
by SailorGoon

 

Martha looked down at her sleeping daughter, as she sat on the bed.

 

A tear streamed down her cheek, as she attempted to touch the sleeping child.  Marthas hand passed right through her daughter.

 

She bit her lip in frustration.

 

 

Once again, Sandy had cried herself to sleep. It had been a terrible day at school.  The kids had teased her, and none of them really liked her.

 

 Especially the snide, rude little black haired boy who sat next to her in Science class. 

 

He was creepy.

 

 He teased her constantly.

 

His name was  Utonium.

 

She didnt like him.

 

 

Martha knew all of this.  She watched over her daughter 24 hours a day, seven days a week.  She saw everything; she knew everything that happened to her from the time she got up in the morning, until now, when she went to bed.

 

 

She cried.

 

She missed her daughter.

 

She missed Jack.

 

If only she-

 

She moved her hand across her daughters face.

 

 

 

Sandy woke up with a start. She clutched tightly to the plushie in the bed next to her.

 

She had felt something.

 

Something warm. Something from her past. Something she hadnt felt for over a year

 

Mom?

 
Story wrote by David E. Finley

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