Jenna Fuga
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Storyteller.
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The Hat Box
It was a cold and grey morning as Melody sat on the floor combing through her mother’s belongings. It had been a week since the funeral but it was all a blur. She couldn’t believe her mother was gone. There was still so much she wanted to say to her. She didn’t feel like she had enough time with her and just like that, she was no longer here to hug or hold or ask advise. She smelled her mother’s favorite blue blazer, the one that made her mom’s blue eyes sparkle. She was overcome with heartache and sadness. She sobbed into the pile of her mother’s clothes and let the unbearable feelings wash over her. She emerges only to take a breath. She looks over at her precious baby girl sleeping in her rocking swing. A Beethoven song plays and lulls baby Rose deeper and deeper into her sweet slumber. Melody takes a deep breath. Through teary eyes, she sees her mother’s flower hat box. She slowly pulls it closer. She knows her mother kept all of her most special memories in that antique keepsake. Melody opens the hat box and sees her mother’s tattered journal, her little black book. Her mother loved to write and had many journals throughout the years, but the little black book was special and contained all of her mother’s biggest hopes and dreams. Again Melody is overcome with sadness and she lets the tears flow and fall as she hugs her mother’s dream journal. She opens the journal and an envelope falls out. It has her name written on the front in her mother’s perfect cursive handwriting. She opens the envelope and there is a check for $20,000 dollars in it. Melody is shocked because all of her mother’s savings was spent on hospital bills. She reads the note her mother wrote, she can hear her mother’s voice so clearly. “My dearest Melody, you are my greatest gift and my biggest accomplishment. I am so proud of the woman you’ve become. Your perseverance and positive attitude are such a strength in this world. But you are stubborn like I am, and you take care of everyone else and forget about yourself. So I need you to promise me that you will use this money to follow your dream and open a dance studio. Children need a safe place to dream big and know that their dreams matter. And your dreams matter. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you that enough. Please tell my granddaughter her dreams are special and worthy of a life long pursuit. I am so proud of you my sweet Melody. I’ve admired you since the day you were born. I love you forever and always and beyond. Until we walk in heaven together, hand in hand, I’ll be watching over you and baby Rose. Love, mom.” Melody let’s out a cry and baby Rose wakes up. She picks up her precious baby girl and holds her tight. “We’re gonna be ok. We’re gonna be ok”.
By Jenna Fuga3 years ago in Humans