MY MOTHER'S DIARY
Story by misfit446
Tho short and hopefully sweet, I hope you enjoy it. Saw the attached pic and this is what came out. HEHEHE. Give your feedback. Always enjoy it. Thanks for reading and kudos to the artist of the pic.
MY MOTHERâS DIARY
Shelly lugged the loaded box out the door and to the moving truck. Turning, she met her mother Helen carrying another loaded box.
âLet me take that Mom,â Shelly said, grabbing the heavy box and slid it onto the truck bed.
âWhew,â Helen said, wiping her brow. âYou never know how much crap you have until you move.â Shelly giggled.
âYeah.â
âWell, itâs fifty years of stuff. Some of these things are your sister Nancyâs, your brother Willâs and some is yours.â
âMINE?â Shelly shouted. âI grabbed all my stuff when I moved out years ago.â
âWell, all but one thing.â
âWhat was that?â asked Shelly, folding her arms across her full breasts.
âCome inside. I found it while packing.â Helen led her youngest daughter into the almost empty house. They went upstairs to her Momâs bedroom. Lying on a box was a bulging diary, its spine straining to keep the pages together.
Helen picked it up and sighed. âThis is yours.â
âI donât remember this. What is it?â
âItâs a diary that I kept for you.â Shelly giggled.
âAs you grew up. You know, when you first crawled or walked, things like that.â
âAw, how cute,â she said, holding her hand out for the book. Helen smirked and began to hand it to her, then pulled it back.
âNot yet.â
âCome on Mom, let me see.â
âUh uh. If I let you see it you wonât help me finish loading that truck. Iâll give it to you when we are done.â
Curiosity was killing Shelly so she agreed and worked hard to finish the task as fast as possible.
An hour later the truck was packed. Most of the furniture was sold off. Helen was moving into a brand new town home in Georgia and figured she could get some current furnishings.
âOkay Mom, done. Now let me see it.â
âHoney, take it home with you. There are a lot of memories here. Iâm gonna lock up the house and begin driving.â
Shelly teared up and hugged her mother hard, groaning at the loss she and her family was going to experience when Helen moved away.
âI love you Mom,â she cried into her motherâs neck.
Patting her daughter softly, she returned the sentiment. Salty streaks clawed down both womenâs cheeks. âI know we already had our goodbyes and all but I really hate to see you go.â
âI know honey. But I have too. Besides, Bonnie and Maura are already there, moved in. Itâll be fun for me. Since they left four years ago I HAVE been a little lonely. You know that.â
Choking a sob back Shelly nodded, knowing her mother was right. âYeah.â
With the front door locked the women walked to the truck.
âItâs only a four hour drive dear. Iâ