6/25/2023 0 Comments Stitch by L. WilderThe floorboards creaked under the weight of his body, my dread intensifying with every step he took. Horror washed over me as I listened to his footsteps coming down the hall. His fist slammed against the wall as he walked towards my room. “If that diamond ring turns brass, Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.” I knew her words were a lie, that my mother was dead and gone, but listening to her soothed me. My grandmother held me close, trying to comfort me while she continued to sing. That night I’d made the mistake of accidentally wetting the bed. It had almost been a year, but I was still having a hard time adjusting to the change. I never knew how good we really had it until it was all ripped away. We barely knew them, but they were the only relatives we had. I was eight years old when my parents were killed in a car crash, forcing my sister Emerson, and me to move from the only home we’d ever known to live with my father’s parents. They started shortly after I moved in with my grandparents. Her voice was low and soft, and I finally started to calm down after another one of my nightmares. If that mockingbird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring,” my grandmother sang. Your love and support has meant the world to me. Thank you for being there when I needed you the most.
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