ANNA: CHAPTER ONE

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CHAPTER 1:

It's been three days now since momma went to sleep and she never woke up. I tried to wake her up this morning but she didn't even move. I got so worried because she hasn't eaten showered, or brushed her teeth for days now. she hasn't been reading my bed time stories for me or given me my daily dose of bear hugs, I miss those so much. Gosh! She must be so tired, I guess she's still resting because she's a workerholic. so I let her be.
           My Momma is a very hard working woman, she's always on her feet because she's got three jobs. She works as a nanny at a mansion in the morning, an errand girl for mr Hopkins in the afternoon and a bartender in a bar at night.

During the weekends she drops me off at our neighbors house mrs Martin. Mrs Martin is a very nice, kind and generous woman, she's in her early 50's but she has never had a child of her own. she adores me and I like her.

During the week my momma leaves me at the schools day care with our nanny and she pays extra money for the day care monthly. She doesn't feel comfortable leaving me at home since I was only 5 years old.
       
I was in the kitchen making some toast when I heard a knock on the door, I ran to the door and tried to open it but I couldn't reach the locks. The person behind the door screamed out my mommas name then I answered "she's asleep" then I realize the person at the door was mrs martins. She said "good morning Anna" and I said morning mrs Martins, she said "is your mom home?" I said "yes mrs Martin" then she said "go get her honey" then I said she's asleep and I couldn't wake her up, I'm worried she hasn't eaten for days. Then she said " for how long has she been sleeping?" I said three days now, she said " oh dear! Stay where you are, I'll be right back" with alarm and panic in her voice.
      Few minutes later mrs Martin burst the door open and came in, she rushed to my mommas room with me following her behind.
            She found my mom laying peacefully on her bed. Mrs Martin touched her neck and then she fell on her knees with tears running down her cheeks, she was trying to say something but her voice was not coming out. She pulled me into a hug and she kept weeping for a while. She then brought out her phone called someone and she talked for a while, but I couldn't hear what she was saying because she was at the other end of the room. When she was done she said "let's go get ice cream honey" I was over joyed, I kept jumping up and down and then we left the house.

   We left the door open on our way out which got me worried, because I didn't want anything to happen to momma while I was away. Mrs Matrin sensed my fear, so she said "don't worry Anna momma will be fine, she's in a better place".
    As we kept walking I turned around one last time and I saw mr Martin (mrs martins husband) going into my house, I felt relieved because I know he won't let anything bad happen to my momma. he's a good person with a big caring heart even though he doesn't talk that much. He likes keeping things to himself just as I do too.

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