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Maria Carmen 2000s *25*

*Here is the last part of this seris to Maria Carmen. I hope u all enjoy
ps; I sorta changed a little bit from the last part in the original MC story. But the other part is still the same. I just had to change the speech-Fluffykins*

Paris: *Standing at the Mic while our uncles and aunts surround her, telling her to keep going* I just wanted to say...ever since I was born...daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him...so much...*Hugs Aunt Dunk crying*

Everyone surrounded my little sister as she cried. She broke away from them all and walked over to me. I held my sister has she cried. It was going to be hard on both of us here without our father. It'll be hard for everyone, really.

My father, Michael Jackson, died on June 25th 2009 at age 50 and left behind a legacy that no one will ever forget. Daddy also left behind a lesson to all of us, our family included. He left behind the lesson of love. And I'm sure no one will forget that either. Ever.

As I held Paris, till she calmed down, she walked over to help Prince and Lilly comfort Mommy as she broke down crying. Uncle Marlon was saying his piece, when I felt something tugging on my pants leg. I looked down to see Blanket looked at me with tears staning that beautiful face of his. His big, brown eyes glossy from crying his ownself. I bent down to his level and hugged him, having his small arms hug me around my neck tightly. I kissed his forehead.

Blanket: Sissy...
Me: What?
Blanket: You should say something, too.
Me: Ohkay baby.

I got up and he walked over to Aunt Janet. I told Uncle Marlon I wanted to say something on my behalf. He walked me over to the mic and introduced me. I sighed lightly, fighting the lump in my throat again and tears filling my eyes. I began saying my speech.

Me: I just want to thank everyone who was here to honor my father. Usher, Mariah, Jennifer, Stevie...you guys were amazing. Thank you. My father is smiling down now at your rememberance of him. And to you, his fans, friends, even the people who worked closely to my father...he is smiling at you now. I believe he is smiling because he knows you all loved and respected him very, very much. Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson just wasn't this big music icon who started out with the Jackson 5 or the Jackson in small town of Gary, Indianna. No...my father was much more then that. He was a friend, a nephew, a uncle, a grandson, a business partner, a loving husband, but most importantly he was a very loving father. *Pauses fighting back tears* I remember being a very young child, probably younger than Blanket...and I'd ask my father each and every day why wasn't I the color that he was. It never dawned on me that I was adopted into the Jackson family. It never occured that my true mother, standing here today that has all my love and trust, left me when I was a new born. Hate my mother if you must for that, but she was confused...she didn't know what to do. My grandfather, her father, kicked her out of her own house...because she was pregnant with me. And I think about when I became pregnant with a beautiful child, a beautiful child named Lillian Amanda Jackson...I think back at that. My father could've thrown me outta the house just like my grandfather did my mother...did he? No. Did I ever think that thought cross his mind? No. When Lillian was born, and daddy was the last one in the room with me watching the doctors clean my daughter off...he said, "I promise you this MC...no matter what happens. No matter whatever comes our way...make sure you never lose faith in the hope of a better tomorrow." that's what daddy was. Daddy was full of hope, love, and faith. Years came and went...I was blessed with my brother Prince Michael in '97, my sister Paris Michael Katherine in '98 and then Lillian, but I have discussed the thing with her. Then, finally, Prince Michael II in '02. Everyone, daddy included was blessed. I believe we all our blessed. I am happy you all manage to stay by my father in his dark times, his happy times and in his worst times. Daddy will be greatly missed. And he shall never leave our hearts, no I believe he had made a mark on all of us...no matter where we are in the world...he has made a mark on and in alll of us.

As I finished my speech, I didn't know that they were going to start playing "Hurt" by Christina and wanted me to sing it. I started to sing the song with as much emotion as I could muster up...and once the song was over, I covered my face and started crying into my hands. I had Uncle Marlon and Jackie hug me first. Then everyone, including Blanket and Lillian were helping comfort me. As my Uncles took Daddy's casket to the van, I held the little ones hands as Prince and Paris stood with Mommy.

This wasn't going to be the easiest thing to do...but as a family...I do believe we'll be able to get through this. I do believe.

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(Lillian Jackson)

It's been a couple of weeks after Granpa Michael's memorial. All of the Jacksons, and Dalton, are at Granny Kathy and Grandpa Joe's house watching home movies. We all were laughing about the good old days. I was surprise there were alot of old home movies about me and Blanket. As we were watching them, there was a knock at the door and Paris went to answer it.

She came back seconds later with a letter.

Momma: *Sitting with Dalton* Who was that, Pear Bear?
Paris: A mail man.
Prince: What did he want?
Paris: He wanted me to give this letter to one of us.
Blanket: Whose it for then?
Paris: *Looks at me* Little Bit.

Grandpa Joe walked over and ask was she reading it right. She handed him the letter and read the name.

Grandpa Joe: Well...I'll be.
Granny Kathy: What Joe? Who is it for?
Grandpa Joe: *Reading envolope of letter* Letter to be delievered and read personally for a Miss. Lillian A. Jackson.

What would I be doing getting mail? I'm 8-years-old...

Joe walked over and handed me the letter. I opened it and saw a few sentences written on a piece of paper. Hmm? What on earth could  "I'm fine. There is no need to be worried anymore" means. I looked closely at the hand writing. My eyes went wide...it looked just like Grandpa Michael's hand writing. Wait a minute...it couldn't be! Could it?

To Be Continued

*Well. There is the end to this seris. Next one will be here soon. Hoped you enjoy. Night for now :D*

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