My Character Adrian lay in her bed, having the nightmare she had every night; the nightmare of when her mother left.
Adrian was only 4 years old on that stormy night. She was wearing her favorite pink princess dress, when her mother, crying, headed for the door. “Daddy,” Adrian questioned. “Why is Mommy crying? Why does she have a suitcase? Are we going somewhere? Where are our suitcases, Daddy? Where is Mommy going? Mommy, take me and Daddy with you!” Her father held her back as her mother headed for the door. “Mommy, where are you going? Mommy?” Those were the last words Adrian said to her mother. Her mother didn’t reply, she just closed the door. “Mommy is going away for a while, Princess” her father said with a note of sadness in his voice. Adrian started crying, getting tear-stains on her dress. She ran toward the window just in time to see the taxi take her mother away forever.
When Adrian woke up, she felt tear stains on her cheeks. Why was she crying? It had been 9 years since her mother left. She shouldn’t feel bad. She didn’t want anyone to know that she was still sensitive about her mother leaving, so she just whipped away the tears.
