My Mom And My Sister

“Thank you!” I started to cry. “Please, be careful!” I cried into my dad’s shoulder.

It was a beautiful, cool July morning in the mountains of Colorado; the birds were chirping and the leaves on the trees were rustling. I could almost taste the bacon sizzling on the stovetop as my mother made breakfast. Nothing could ruin a perfect morning like this… At least that’s what I thought. Interrupting the cooking of breakfast, my mom’s cell phone strangely began to ring; there hadn’t been many people trying to contact my mom since she was on vacation. However, my mom ran to answer the call. “Oh, it’s your sister,” I heard my mom say. Although I was in a different room, I could hear the concern and worry in my mother’s voice moments after she answered the phone. Instantaneously, my heart began to race. I began feeling sick to my stomach

I was still up when my mother got home late that night. “Mom? Can we talk?” I asked.

“But, wait!” My mom exclaimed “I actually came to go get you, there is something that we have to tell you before it’s too late. I hope you’re not too sick for

“M-m-my mom, she passed out and won’t respond,” I said trying to keep myself steady.

“Ok, I guess we won’t.” my mom started to tear up, and seconds later the tears came rolling down her face, like a child rolling down a hill.

She made sure everything was locked in the house, her OCD made her constantly check to make sure everything locked. Again I was very confused as to why she brought us in there. I started to ask many questions. Finally she told me that Uncle Eric was missing.

Mom would be home soon and I was getting kind of bored. I broke through the gaggle of girls barking at Krista, said a quick goodbye and started home. Luckily for me, Krista’s house was only 5 or 10 minutes away from mine. Unluckily for me, I didn’t bring a coat, so I had to trek into the frigid, biting wind that nipped at my body the entire time home. As soon as I reached my house my body was wrapped in a blanket of warmth, the familiar smell of waffles and syrup greeting my nose. Since my mom wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, I didn’t try to sneak back in. Yet to my surprise, as I stomped upstairs I heard a voice coming from her room. It’s probably just Ally on the phone or something, I reassured myself. When I passed by my mom’s room, it wasn’t Ally standing there, it was my mom pacing the room with a worried expression on her face. Something I’ve never seen

What terrifies me the most is that she doesn't answer me. The house is eerily silent, and I know something bad has happened. She'd never fail to answer me for the hell of it. Slowly, I open the door the rest of the way and step

“Yesterday when we were talking about Thanksgiving… I remembered that I didn’t tell you that my sister is coming here during that week.”

It was three a.m. in the morning, and I had just crawled into my comfy bed. Being that I was twenty one and working at Pizza Hut till one a.m. this was a normal ritual. I heard my phone text alert go off, but I just wanted to get some much needed sleep. Being it had to be a pointless text since it was so late I ignored it. Suddenly my phone ring, it was my younger sister, Amanda, who was seventeen at the time “You need to come get me from Amber’s house”, is all she said very quietly. “Wait it’s three in the morning and you want me to come get you?” Amanda started quickly talking about being at Amber’s house, a party and cops. By now I was anxiously awake, getting dressed and finding my keys. I didn’t know the whole story yet, but it

Charlie and I both laughed out and told my mom the story. She started cracking up to. We all went back inside. When we went back in Charlie's mom had came to pick up Charlie. Both Charlie and I begged so he could stay. My mom and Charlie's mom said ok but just till 3

“I’d better get home. I’m sure my mom is freaking out right now.” I said.

As a child I used to believe that my life could not get any better because at the age of 6, I had everything that I ever wanted. I was the center of attention and my parents always had enough time to play with me. I always received the most expensive toys, dolls and clothes from my relatives and cousins. I was also brash and troublesome, purposely placing my older siblings in trouble whenever they made me cry or when they don’t follow the things I wanted them to do. In short, I had the life of a very spoiled, stubborn and ignorant child but nevertheless, I used to believe that my life was perfect. That was before my parents told me that I was having a younger sibling.

My mom said that it was fine with her. The next morning after she went missing mom made breakfast and told me to call bethany upstairs to eat. I did as i was told but little did i know was that she was gone! Bethany! I called. No response ,BETHANY! Still no answer. I went down the stairs to see what was up but she was not there.