“Mauria!” I snapped, rolling my eyes. Yeah right, no boy ever looking in my direction for I never looked in his.
I started to walk to the door, when I heard Mauria complain. “Why me, mom?! Why can’t this happen to someone else?! I hate not being able to see! I can’t even see my own sister’s dress! This sucks.”
Tears prickled down my cheek and I walked back in to find her shaking her head.
“Every day I feel sick, and tired! I hate it! I hate it!” She started yelling and mom hushed her. I ran forth and gave her a comforting hug. “I don’t want to die, Luchia. I’m scared.” She started crying, the hardest I’ve ever seen. Never in my life have I seen someone cry so hard.
I gave her a kiss on the forehead, whipped away my tears, and went to my dance.
She died 3 weeks after that.
I was starting to go in a depression after that. I still looked the same, but was mainly acting happy when I smiled. I was thinking of running away a short while after that, but decided that I should stay…For mom.
But a year after that, when I was 15, my mother died. She never actually died…She just disappeared.
“Mom, where are you going?” I asked, that one night. She glanced at me, her pink gown fluttering a bit.
“Oh, just on a walk sweetheart. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She gave me a kiss on my forehead and left...