Drops 

Chapter one
Goodbye
 
“I don’t understand why we have to go, I love it here. There’s everything we need here.”
I said, but I knew that I didn’t have everything I needed, a mom.
“I know you don’t want to go, but we have to go because we don’t have enough money
and I need more help on the farm.” Dad replied.
“I told you I can help.”
“Sam,” he said looking at me. I could see the sorrow in his eyes. I knew he didn’t want to
leave either, but I knew we had to. I looked away because if I looked any longer I would cry. I
turned around and headed up the stairs to finish packing. I found Mama’s favorite book that fell
from my nightstand. She gave it to me two weeks before she died.
I finished cramming everything into my bag I started to go down stairs, but I had to look
at the empty room one last time. It seemed so plain. I heard the truck start so I ran down the
stairs and out the door. It slammed shut and I got into the truck.
Dad was waiting, I could tell he had been crying and I knew why, we had to leave all the
memories of Mama behind. When we started to pull out of the driveway, he looked at me and
said, “Would you like to say goodbye one last time? And don’t forget Mittens.”
“Okay, I’ll be back.” I got out of the truck and hurried through the rusty barn door.
Mittens came running towards me as soon as I opened the door. I picked her up and kissed her on
the back. She meowed. I looked at the barn, there was cobwebs everywhere and dirt all over the
floor. I loved it in here, I always wrote poems sitting on hay bales. Then I would send them to
Grandma, she loved reading my poems.
I walked out, shut the old door, and got into the truck. We started to drive and after
hours and hours of driving, we reached a small white house behind tall, green trees.
 
 Chapter two
New Home
 
This was my new home. I might never be able to see the farm again. It made me sad to think
about never being there and that the farm would never be my home again, now it was just a
house in the middle of fields and trees.
I grabbed my suitcase and Mittens, then I heard a screech. I looked up and saw the screen
door opening. “You’re here!” yelled Grandma. Dad went over to her and gave her a hug. She
squeezed him hard. I could tell because he had an awful look on his face, but he smiled. I
laughed a little.
I picked up my bags and started for the door, but Grandma gave me a big hug. She does
squeeze hard, but I felt safe in her arms. But there was one thing that wasn’t good about the hug,
she smelled like Mama. It reminded me of that horrible night. The night Mama died. I hated that
April night, it was raining hard. It was very dark outside. Only a few stars shined, the moon was
covered by the clouds, and you could barely see anything through the rain. We were heading
home from the doctor, but Mama never made it home because of that big truck. Mama and I
were talking about the baby. I was hoping for a girl, but I’ll never know because dad and I lost
two people that night, Mama and Anna is what I wanted to name her.
When Grandma let go, I almost fell over. “Sammy, George! I thought you would never
make it. I wanted to see my little Sammy for so long. I’ve been waiting for years, ten years ago
since I’ve seen you two, it seems. Grandma said with a huge smile on her face.
“Oh Rosie, it’s only been a few months.” Dad said smiling, too. He laughed. He hadn’t
laughed since Mama died. Four months ago Mama died, Grandma went to the funeral.
“Well, it has seemed like forever. Now let’s get inside before the storm hits.” I’ve hated
storms after Mama died.
 

 
 Chapter 3
Rain
 
It only drizzled after we went inside. There was nothing to do, so I watched it drop. It
was coming down fast now. It made everything look different and blurry, and then it started to
thunder and lightning.
Grandma came in and watched it with me for a few minutes, then she handed me a couple
pieces of paper and a pencil. “ Write a poem for me.” I smiled and went onto the porch to
write.
There were two rocking chairs, one for Grandma and one for Grandpa, but now it was
only Grandma, with a small table in between. A few drops of rain hit me on my shirt. I could
hear the rain pounding on the awning. I thought a little while about what to write about. Then I
looked up at the rain, it was calm. There were puddles everywhere, it reminded me of Mama.
She was calm.
 
 Chapter 4
Mama
 
 
Mama loved it outside, the birds chirping and the bees buzzing. She loved painting, too.
I’d never be as good as her. She liked to paint the outdoors most of all. I started out like this;
‘I’m writing this poem

Far away from home

Because my mama died’

I crossed that part out and put,

 
‘I’m writing this poem

Far away from home

I wish my mama didn’t die

Because I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye

I miss her so much’

I crossed all it out and then a drop of water hit the paper. I realized it was my tear. I tried to think
of something else. I crumbled up the paper and went inside.
“School is about to start,” Grandma said as I threw the paper away.
“I know.”
“Well, you better get ready for it.”
“I will.” I felt sad thinking of Mama and the rain. Rain always made me feel gloomy, like
I was tired of life, but I wasn’t. I love life and try to cherish every moment because I could die
tomorrow. I might never see my family again. I went to my new room and shut the door.
 
 Chapter 5
School
 
It was time for school tomorrow and it was already late. I made sure I had everything for
school and went to bed.
In the morning I woke up early to feed Mittens, but of course Dad was already up
drinking coffee at the small table. I got some cereal and milk, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and
did my hair.
The bus was coming down the road when I got to the end of the driveway. My heart had
butterflies in it. I was going to be the new kid.
The bus ride wasn’t bad and then when I got in Miss Daniels class, I was introduced to
her class and everyone went around and said their name. There was another new kid in her class,
his name was Alex. He was bald. He was also very shy and he didn’t say much.
“Hello,” I said as he sat in the empty seat next to me. He smiled, but didn’t say anything
back.
School didn’t seem very long and when I got home Dad was at the store and Grandma
was picking vegetables in the garden. I went to my room and did my homework. I only had to
read a few chapters in our new book and a little bit of math.
When I finished, I remembered I had to write a poem, so I went outside, walked through
the woods, and found a tree to sit in to write. Soon the leaves would change color and fall to the
ground. I didn’t like fall or winter because I think it’s too cold and you always get sick. And you
never feel good.
I decided to write about summer. How everything shines and seems happy. And how
everything seems to be okay in the summer. I drew a small apple at the end, it wasn’t very good,
but it was best. Mama was the best at drawing things.
 
 Chapter 6
Cancer
 
Miss. Daniels said she loved my poem and hung it on the bulletin board. Alex’s was the
best poem though, it was about having chemo. I felt bad for him, he must hurt every day.
Grandpa had cancer, that’s how he died. I couldn’t imagine having cancer.
When he came to the back of the room to sit down, I saw a small tear drop from
his eye. I tried to make him feel better, “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t imagine-“ then I realized it made
him feel worse because I saw more tears drip from his eye.
That night when I went home I told Dad all about it, he didn’t say anything back,
but I could tell he cared and was listening.
 
 
 Chapter 7
Dream
 
Every night I pray for Mama, Grandpa and, Alex. I thought about all of them
while I lay in bed. I had a little trouble sleeping, but sometime in the night I fell asleep. I had a
dream about the night Mama died. It wasn’t raining, it was snowing and we slid off of the road
and ran into a tree. I only remember part of it, but I woke up at the end of the dream right before
Mama died in the hospital bed. It was sort of like what really happened, Mama lying in the
hospital bed that she loved me right before I heard a loud beep. A million tears were running
down my face. I couldn’t stand thinking about that.
That day at school Alex and I talked and I guess we became friends. He is really
nice. His chemo has gotten worse. He told me that he didn’t feel good. He went home early that
day.
When I got home I did my usual routine. For dinner we had green beans from
Grandma’s garden, corn bread, chicken and ice tea. The cornbread was chewy, but the green
beans were delicious.
I played with Mittens for a while, watching a movie. He fell asleep in my arms. I
fell asleep, too because I woke up the next morning lying in my bed.
 
 Chapter 8
Alex
 
Alex came back a week after he missed school. He said, “I’m not doing so good, but I
wanted to come to school.” Below his eyes he had dark circles and he was pale.
He came to school for a few more weeks, but Miss Daniels told the class that
Alex has moved to find a place with a better hospital. I couldn’t help but cry, Alex had been my
only friend. I hope he would get better, but what if he didn’t. I was thinking the worst things, but
then I realized that things just happen for a reason, like how Mama and Grandpa died. Maybe
Alex would get better and live life to the fullest or go to a better place, but I didn’t know what
would happen because I can’t make things happen. Everything just has to go along, you can’t
control life and if it’s not good you’ll be hurt, sad, and you’d miss what you had, but you would
always have the memory and the love. That’s why you need to cherish every moment of your life
because your life could end tomorrow or someone you know. Remember every little, happy
moment of your life because you could lose all of it in a second. Your tears will drop, the rain
will fall, and things might not turn out to be good, but live life and be thankful to have it.

 
 
  

About the Author

 

My name is Chloe Reoch and I'm 11 years old. I live in Gaston, Indiana and
born on February 3rd, 1999. I go to Wes-Del Elementary and I’m in fifth grade. I
have two brothers, a sister, and my mom and dad. I have two cats, two dogs, and 3
horses. I love to write poems and stories, I love to be outside, taking pictures, and I
love animals. My favorite colors are light blue, lime green, orange and yellow. I
also like summer and spring, to draw and paint, do crafts, play volleyball, and read
books. I’m inspired to write from reading. I love to write!