wander back to the pool and other festivities, but my mother stopped them right in their stepswith her loud and overly obnoxious voice.
“Hey, everyone, I just want to say one thing before you all go back to
said with a shake of her hips.I buried my head in my hands with a giggle, embarrassed and flattered at the same time.
“Oh, Mom, please don’t.”
My mom was a real artistic character with wild brown hair and big, exotic hazel eyes.She looked like something out of a Tim Burton movie- minus the crazy makeup- and acted likeone too. In many ways, I was just like her; we both shared the same tall, curvy frame, creamywhite skin tone and endless amounts of energy. But, other than that, I was my
father’s daughter.He’s where I inherited the tame blonde curls and vivid blue eyes worthy sitting on my now
“I just want to say that I am so proud of my little girl and all that she’s accomplished. She
makes me and her entire family happy.
And, while I can’t say that I won’t miss holding your
hand when we cross the street or reading you stories when you got to bed, I do know that these
next few years are going to be full of lots of new memories we can look back on.” She beamed at
me and whip
ped a tear from her eye. “Anyway, I love you, you father loves you, then entireworld loves you, yada, yada…”
“Everyone enjoy the party!” My dad chimed in with a booming voice, saving us from an
incredibly awkward silence.My friends cheered and a few people took a running start to jump in the pool and soon,
all that remained near the cake table were my mom and me. She smiled bashfully at me. “I hopeI didn’t embarrass you too bad.”