This was written not to long ago (February 10, 11) It's for health and it is sort of poorly wiritten. although it was for Health 1...not english class. n.n
A Daughter to Remember
Charlie; at the age of 28 , had a daughter. Charlie’s mother and father were both under the strong power of alcoholism. Unfortunately their daughter Charlie was mixed up in it all. Charlie’s daughter Kate wasn’t mixed up in the alcohol that her mother drank continuously. Even at the age of 12 Kate knew that her mother was just trying to make herself feel better, by making herself drunk and getting high on occasions. She was ashamed of her mother and did her best to avoid getting in her path.
Charlie was depressed and stressed out about keeping her house. And I have a daughter. She thought as she took a large swing at her Vodka. Kate walked past the kitchen door, her mom’s eyes following her drowsily.
“Kate?” Charlie rasped, gripping her robe shut. She just got out of bed. Kate, who’d just came home from school, sighed and took a tentative step into the sweet smelling room.
“Yes?”
“Can you go into my room and get me my cigarettes?” What Kate heard was: Canou oentoo mah rrooom an get meh mi ciga…rettes? Her mother giggled and smiled. Kate felt the urge to groan in disgusted but suppressed it in fear that her mom would get aggressive.
“Okay,” She answered and immediately left.
She stomped to her mother’s room the gross smell of smoke slapped her face and harassed her nose. Where does mom even get the money for stupid cigarettes? Kate thought harshly, eyebrows knitted together. She looked at her mother’s undid bed and sloppy room. She took in the gagging smell. The urge to clean it all up and toss everything in the room out into the street was great but making her mother worse my ruining her already ruined room would tear her apart.
Randomly, she chose the pack with the least number of the tiny rolls and jetted down to the stairs. She tossed the pack and headed to the fridge. Upon opening it she sighed. “Mom…what’s to eat?” She said simply. Her mother scoffed and then giggled.
“Honey if it’s food you want. Then here.” Charlie took out a few twenties and shoved it to the floor. Kate picked them out without question and left. She stepped outside, the warm night wrapping her in it’s arms. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had been clean of alcohol. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had wrapped her up in her arms and had been a real mother.
Kate finished her shopping, having to walk a few good blocks. Charlie had managed to get her license taken away. Kate felt that it was for the better. She walked over a flier. It stuck to her shoe ominously and she stripped it off. The flier in hand, she read it. It was a therapist group. Kate’s mind spun and she folded up the paper and suck it in her pocket, address in mind. Does her mom even know what a therapist group is? Her mom dropped out of high school thinking that it was too hard.
Kate found the therapist place. It was going on now. She listened to get a feel on what it was like. Her mom wouldn’t like it, They talked about getting family to pitch in for these people’s issues.
Charlie; at the age of 28 , had a daughter. Charlie’s mother and father were both under the strong power of alcoholism. Unfortunately their daughter Charlie was mixed up in it all. Charlie’s daughter Kate wasn’t mixed up in the alcohol that her mother drank continuously. Even at the age of 12 Kate knew that her mother was just trying to make herself feel better, by making herself drunk and getting high on occasions. She was ashamed of her mother and did her best to avoid getting in her path.
Charlie was depressed and stressed out about keeping her house. And I have a daughter. She thought as she took a large swing at her Vodka. Kate walked past the kitchen door, her mom’s eyes following her drowsily.
“Kate?” Charlie rasped, gripping her robe shut. She just got out of bed. Kate, who’d just came home from school, sighed and took a tentative step into the sweet smelling room.
“Yes?”
“Can you go into my room and get me my cigarettes?” What Kate heard was: Canou oentoo mah rrooom an get meh mi ciga…rettes? Her mother giggled and smiled. Kate felt the urge to groan in disgusted but suppressed it in fear that her mom would get aggressive.
“Okay,” She answered and immediately left.
She stomped to her mother’s room the gross smell of smoke slapped her face and harassed her nose. Where does mom even get the money for stupid cigarettes? Kate thought harshly, eyebrows knitted together. She looked at her mother’s undid bed and sloppy room. She took in the gagging smell. The urge to clean it all up and toss everything in the room out into the street was great but making her mother worse my ruining her already ruined room would tear her apart.
Randomly, she chose the pack with the least number of the tiny rolls and jetted down to the stairs. She tossed the pack and headed to the fridge. Upon opening it she sighed. “Mom…what’s to eat?” She said simply. Her mother scoffed and then giggled.
“Honey if it’s food you want. Then here.” Charlie took out a few twenties and shoved it to the floor. Kate picked them out without question and left. She stepped outside, the warm night wrapping her in it’s arms. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had been clean of alcohol. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had wrapped her up in her arms and had been a real mother.
Kate finished her shopping, having to walk a few good blocks. Charlie had managed to get her license taken away. Kate felt that it was for the better. She walked over a flier. It stuck to her shoe ominously and she stripped it off. The flier in hand, she read it. It was a therapist group. Kate’s mind spun and she folded up the paper and suck it in her pocket, address in mind. Does her mom even know what a therapist group is? Her mom dropped out of high school thinking that it was too hard.
Kate found the therapist place. It was going on now. She listened to get a feel on what it was like. Her mom wouldn’t like it, They talked about getting family to pitch in for these people’s issues.
This was something that Mom avoided. Her sister is her only family. Just like her except that Her sister recovered. Her sister decided to do something about her addiction and got better, Kate’s mom has been very jealous that her sister got better and she didn’t. Kate smiled at the people who where there. They didn't see her, she was too shy to show herself, but she enjoyed watching them smile.
When Kate arrived home she found her mother asleep on the couch, she disposed of the cigarette butt dangling between her fingers lifelessly. She really wanted a bottle of water, Kate's throat ached for something wet. However the tap water in this house was not all that clean. Glancing down at the flier in her hand her mind spun once more.
What if I could help my mom? She thought with hope.
30 years later...
Charlie's hand was working frivolously at her tangled hair. The steamed mirror reflected Kate's mother. Her graying golden brown hair, round cheeks, red lips, all of what Charlie was now. All thanks to Kate. Charlie could scarcely remember how she got here, all she knew was that it took a lot of small simple steps. Kate was there every step, Charlie's older sister meeting them halfway to accompany them both to their goal.
Nearing Charlie's 35th birthday an unfortunate event happened upon the family. Kate's death. It couldn't have been avoided. Her death, like many others, was sad. The person in the car was drunk and not watching, when she clipped Kate in the shoulder with the rear view mirror. She fall she took is what killed her.
The child's mother had wept, knowing that the passing of her only daughter is nothing like she's ever felt before. Charlie had felt moved by Kate's death. In knowing that the person driving was drunk, she felt like it could have been her, 20 years back. She could have hit somebody. Charlie had then really stopped smoking, throwing out every pack she could find. She had been starting to quit but had always taken another one everyday.
Charlie finished getting ready for work. She looked at her new home. It was only a bit bigger, though, it was nicer and didn't reek of smoke and alcohol. It was bought not only to get away but also as apart of Charlie's way in renewing her life. The feeling of a new start exhilarated her blood.
Heading down the hall, she stopped in front of the fireplace.
“Kate,” She said, touching one of the pretty pictures of her unforgotten daughter. “I– “
She choked. “I...am better. I got a job and followed your rules.” Charlie surprised herself with a nervous chuckle. “Things had to get worse before it got better, I guess. However, my baby, I learned much. And even though... you can't be here physically, I feel like I can finally be a true mother to you. I got to see you grow up...
“I am so proud of you ,Kate. A– all of the things that you did for me in my life. All of those words you said to me. You were the mother I never had. You, Kate, are my family. You and my sister, us three healing me but also each other. You and my sister healed my sickness, I healed the hole in your heart, the hole that should have been filled by a mother's love, and you also reunited me with my sister.
“Things would be so...off. Kate...I...I'm......sorry!” She collapsed in tears, shoulders shaking up and down with grief mixed with happiness. “I-I-I'd have never felt all of this before, K-kate. Your love, determination, passion for healing me, helping me. I could never have even realized that you did all that.
“I see now, why all this was important. Even thought you're gone, you are not really gone. You are still here. With me. You wanted me to remember you to cherish you after you've left.” She smiled through her tears, clenching her fingers tight. She picked up her daughter's picture and kissed it tenderly. Charlie's body shook vigorously her voice choked as she coughed hard. Her head was light and the world spun. This is it She was thinking, It's my time to leave.
A weak smile formed on her lips, she had looked forward to her own passing feeling that she could finally be with her Kate.
