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*I hope u all enjoy the first part in the Maria Carmen seris. Well...I'll allow u guys to pick if u enjoy or not. Now...here we go.-Fluffykins* 2012 (Lillian Jackson) Years came and went, getting over Grandpa Michael's death hasn't gotten any easier. They say the easiest thing to do is try to get over something, but they're very wrong. It's not easy. No... It's hard. Well, if you all don't remember me, I'm Lillian. Member "Little Bit" or Maria Carmen's only child. Only child for now... Her and Dalton are thinking about starting a family of their own. Their married now, been that way for a year now. Me and Momma moved out of Grandma Jalice's home, and moved into Dalton's house. I miss living there...and I miss living at Neverland. I miss Grandpa Michael more. It's 2012 now, meaning it's been about three years since Grandpa died, and we've been trying to get over it. I guess since Momma always does this, time to say our ages huh? So... Here we go. Momma: 32 Dalton: 34 Kayden: 11 Me: 11 Paris: 14 Prince: 15 Blanket: 10 Momma was in my room with me brushing my hair, getting me ready so we could head off to Grandma Jalice's house. Everyone was going to be there, so Momma said I should get dresses up. Even though she knows I hate it. She does too, but she'll argue with me about dressing better. My dear, take a look in the mirror before arguing with me about fashion. It was also close to my birthday, and I know what she was going to ask. She also should know my answer as well. Momma: *Brushing my hair* So, Little Bit, what would you like for you birthday? Me:...Grandpa Michael. Momma: Baby... Me: Momma, can I have some time please? Momma: *Places the brush down, kisses the side of my face* Sure. I'll call for you when we're about to leave. *Smiles and leaves* I watched my mother leave as I got up from my vanity mirror. I went over to my bed where my black cat Talasyn laid asleep. Sitting beside her, I reached into my lamp table drawer and took out a letter that's haunted me with questions for three years now. Why was this sent to me? Why not any of the others? What was I suppose to do, at age 8, with a letter from an unknown source. Just sent to me. I read the letter over and over and over again, it still didn't make me understand it more. Sighing, I turned to Talasyn who finally woke to have her big eyes looking at me. Reaching over, I started scratching her head and behind her ears. Her purring indicated, she loved being scracthed. Me: Tal, what am I gonna do? Talasyn: *Still purring* Me: It's been 3 years, and still I haven't cracked what this letter means. All I know... One, the person who sent this failed to place their name on the envolope the letter was held in. Two, the person who wrote this has the same hand writing as Grandpa Michael-who I'm sure can't write me a letter from the dead! *Looks at Talasyn, stops scratching her for a minute* You don't think that could happen...do you? Talasyn: *Looks at me with her big, yellow eyes* Me: *Sighs and starts scratching her again* You're right. I'm crazy for thinking that could ever happen. I just need to know who sent this. And why to me? Why not Momma, or Paris, or Prince, or Blanket, or even Granny Kathy? Why me?! Talasyn: *Moves into my lap and sits down on it, purring* Me: *Still scratching her* I shouldn't let this ruin the night. Who knows, Tal, maybe something good will happen. You'll never know. Have I ever told you, you're a great listener. Talasyn looked up at me and mewed. I giggled some and continued to love on my pet. Talasyn has been part of my life since I was 9 and Dalton got her for me. He's sweet, though she was a Belated Birthday present. She's still my baby, just like she was when she was a kitten. I loved on my cat until my mother called my name. Kissing the top of her head, I placed the letter back into my drawer, brushed my hair one good time fixing it so one side covered the side of my face and was out of my room as quick as I could. On the car ride there, the song "I want to know what love is" was playing and mom and Dalton were singing it. Me: *Rolling my eyes and place my earbuds in, turning up the music on my phone* Hmm...something tell me, like a gut feeling, things are going to be very interesting during these few weeks. Very interesting indeed. *I hoped you guys like that part. More to come soon. Part 2 coming ur way :D*
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