Narative Story

Never Knew

One Saturday night I awoke to a noise coming from my mothers bedroom, so I got up out my bed to see what was up. I saw my mother so I asked her what’s going on and she responded, “Baby girl I want you to do mommy a favor, I want you to go to your room and shut your door until I come and get you. I love you princess don’t never forget that.” Of course I did what my mother told me to do because I loved and I trusted her. I went to my room not knowing what was going on and I sat there until she came to get me. I waited hours and hours and she never came, I just knew she was coming. Several hours later, I hear a knock at the door. I yell her name to tell her to answer the door but she didn’t respond. Not knowing what to expect, I went to her room and didn’t see her. Her clothes where still there, things were every where, but her favorite bracelet was still on her dresser. The bracelet is what I made her when I was at school for Mother’s Day. I yelled all over the house “Mommy!” No response. The people who were knocking at the door sounded scary and were demanding me to open the door. I was a five year old girl that didn’t know what to do. I was crying and terrified, did not know where my mother was. I peeked outside the window and found out that it was the police. I open the door and they ask to speak to my mother, but I did not know where she was. The policed began to search the house, yet couldn’t find her. A police woman pick me up and put me in a car and said everything was gone be alright. Nobody could not find my mother, so I ended up in foster homes. I was mainly on my own with no family member to take care of me. It was somewhat upsetting that I had no one to live with that I knew, but I was too young to have a say so in any thing. For three months I was being drug back and forth from foster homes to foster homes. I finally found a stable foster home and while in it I met this girl name Asia. Asia was standing about 5’6 with brown eyes and a light skin complexion. You can say she practically look like me. She looked like an enjoyable person to hang out with so I decided to sit by her. I started off with a greeting to kick off the conversation. I said hey and told her what my name was. She replied, “ Hey, my name is Asia.” I told her that my mom would sometimes call me Asia by mistake, but I always wonder why she did that. We talked more and realized that we had multiple things in common. Both of us where born in Illinois, same color eyes, and only memories of our mothers. We like many things the same such as; favorite color, favorite barbie doll, favorite t.v shows, favorite food, and more. I was amazed of what I was hearing. I said, “Asia we act like we known each other for months and it seems like we sisters.” We stared at each other and started to laugh. Asia then began to talk about her mother that she had o-so many memories about. She told me that she never got to know her mother well and that the only memory she had of her mother was her holding her tight and saying that she loved her. She was about five years old when she last saw her mother and now she was 13. I told her that I was about five years old too when I saw my mother; however, I was 8 then. We began to think about the good memories we had with our mother but bad things kept popping up. It seems like every thing that we talked about was something we had in common. We talked so long that I lost track of time. It was time for us to go to bed, so we said goodnight to each other and went off to our beds. When I got to my bed I started to think about many things that me and Asia talked about. She was like the sister I never had. I did not know how it felt to have siblings, being I was the only child that my mother had. After all of that me and Asia became best friends forever. We did plenty of thing together as time went by. We enjoyed each other and often called one another sisters. We did what sisters do like fight and argue, but we could not stand to be separated. One thing that we told each other and made a promise to was not leaving without a “see you later” because saying goodbye was not good to say. Days went by and Asia turned 18, remind you that I was 13 at the time. She came up to my room and said I love you sis, goodbye. I asked her what was the purpose for that and she started to cry. She sat by me and said it’s time for her to leave and that she will continue to come see me. Also she would never stop thinking of me and she would try to get me out. She got up and was about to walk out until I stopped her by the door and gave her a hug. I said that I loved her and it’s not goodbye, it’s ‘see you later.’ My heart was broken again by someone I loved. That day I cried and cried my eyes out, but I never gave up hope. Everyday went by and like she said she would never stop. She kept her word and I knew to have faith in her. I finally had my 18 birthday. That’s the day I couldn’t wait for and when I did my sister Asia was waiting on me at the door. When I saw her I was shocked because she kind of look like my mother. She also looked like a whole new person because she was dressed up like she was going to an interview. Her hair was done and she didn’t look like the person I met 11 years ago. She told me to come on and that she was about to show me something. I followed her clueless of where she taking me. After driving around the block we stop at a building that said Library. We got a computer and she started to type. While she was typing she had a smile on her face the whole time. I asked her what’s going on, but she just kept smiling and typing. She finally stop and showed me an article that was from along time ago. It stated, “ A woman name Brandy Dixon, my mother, had a warrant on her for auto theft...Some days later they found her body in an abandon house murdered.” I stop to ask Asia what that has to do with anything. Asia said read right here, so I did. I continue to read to find out that my mother had a child before me name Asia that I never knew of. It also said that she was put in foster home. I turned to Asia and said, “you my sister for real?” Asia said, “YES!” With tears in our eyes we were both blown away and never would in a million years think we were real sister. I was very happy, but I just found out that my mother was dead. To this day I keep her bracelet that I made her and I cherish it for life. Asia and I are now enjoying life together as a family; however, we still have missing pieces to why she would leave us like that, but those pieces may never be put together.