Happy Mother's Day
Title: Mother's Day
Author: zerimarclassics
Characters: Crystal (this journal), Margery militarymomlove
Notes: Rated PG because Crystal's life had parental guidance. Did you see what I just did? Oh, yeah, I'm smart. :]
K, done. Here you go. ^^;
Crystal was three years-old when she trotted up to her mother and placed a dead roach in her hand as her first Mother’s Day gift.
Margery’s jaw clenched with disgust, then she gave Crystal a kiss on the cheek and sent her off to play. Once Crystal was out of sight, she tossed away the dead thing and rubbed her hands on her jeans. She loved her to death, but where had she found that thing?
At the age of five, Crystal gave Margery a handmade pillow she’d done in school. In backwards scrawl, glued on with macaroni shells and stitched with purple and pink yarn were the words “I ♥ Mom”. Margery’s eyes welled with tears and she pulled Crystal in for a hug, stroking her wild hair behind her pointed ears and sending her on her merry way.
Ten years-old; Margery was out of town to visit her own mother and brought Crystal along. She rarely did, but even then Crystal managed to scramble together a necklace made out of string and beads for her. However, for Margery’s mother - she gave her a frog from a puddle outside.
Thirteen years-old; Crystal was slowly growing into her body. Cautions of each outfit she chose, and even more cautions of how those around her observed her and her changing body. It did not, however, stop her from giving Margery a very memorable Mother’s day.
A frog in her dresser when she got up in the morning, with a flower tied around its neck with string.
A slug in her favorite coffee mug. Margery squealed, and she could hear Crystal cackling from across the house.
A stink bomb in her car.
At the end of the day, Margery made it a point to confront her daughter about why she was acting so childish the entire day. Only to find a group present from Crystal and her mock brother’s on her kitchen counter. A bracelet with each one of their birth stones in it. Margery suddenly forgot how big of a brat her daughter had been that entire day.
At sixteen, Crystal had a track meet on Mother’s Day. Margery was not the only mother to be waiting for their daughter to do their mile run. Margery was, however, the only one whose daughter managed to talk the boy Sprinters into painting her name on their chests and screaming;
“Happy Mother’s Day! Crystal’s Mom!” then darting away to finish their stretching.
Margery’s face turned beat red, and worsened when she met one of the mothers of a boy who bore an A on his chest half way through the meet.
“It worked out because my mom’s name is Angie.” He grinned at her, one arm around his mother’s shoulder. Margery beamed and caught sight of Crystal giggling, brightly and basking in the sun with her friends on the field.
Crystal was grown, at least according to the standards of the human world, and busy trying to find a way to tolerate her roommates. After she studied her many books, and crawled onto her bed. Wrapping her arms around her pillow, sheets warm from the hot sun light baking them all day while she studied in the cold library.
Back home, Margery was busy fishing through some old boxes in her closet. Within them, she found the remains of Crystal’s Elementary and Middle School mother’s day gifts. Pictures from when she was still small, blurred because she was too fast for the old cameras.
Old memories flashed through her mind, a smile leaking onto her face. Crystal had grown into a beautiful girl, but Margery still knew she had a lot more growing to do. Still, the mother was proud of her daughter.
An irritating ring broke off Margery’s train of thought. Flashing on the screen of her cell phone was a blurred picture of a brunette - Crystal.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi, mom.”
“How are you, Princess?”
“Good… Happy Mother’s Day.”
Margery grinned, “Thank you, baby.”
Author: zerimarclassics
Characters: Crystal (this journal), Margery militarymomlove
Notes: Rated PG because Crystal's life had parental guidance. Did you see what I just did? Oh, yeah, I'm smart. :]
K, done. Here you go. ^^;
Crystal was three years-old when she trotted up to her mother and placed a dead roach in her hand as her first Mother’s Day gift.
Margery’s jaw clenched with disgust, then she gave Crystal a kiss on the cheek and sent her off to play. Once Crystal was out of sight, she tossed away the dead thing and rubbed her hands on her jeans. She loved her to death, but where had she found that thing?
At the age of five, Crystal gave Margery a handmade pillow she’d done in school. In backwards scrawl, glued on with macaroni shells and stitched with purple and pink yarn were the words “I ♥ Mom”. Margery’s eyes welled with tears and she pulled Crystal in for a hug, stroking her wild hair behind her pointed ears and sending her on her merry way.
Ten years-old; Margery was out of town to visit her own mother and brought Crystal along. She rarely did, but even then Crystal managed to scramble together a necklace made out of string and beads for her. However, for Margery’s mother - she gave her a frog from a puddle outside.
Thirteen years-old; Crystal was slowly growing into her body. Cautions of each outfit she chose, and even more cautions of how those around her observed her and her changing body. It did not, however, stop her from giving Margery a very memorable Mother’s day.
A frog in her dresser when she got up in the morning, with a flower tied around its neck with string.
A slug in her favorite coffee mug. Margery squealed, and she could hear Crystal cackling from across the house.
A stink bomb in her car.
At the end of the day, Margery made it a point to confront her daughter about why she was acting so childish the entire day. Only to find a group present from Crystal and her mock brother’s on her kitchen counter. A bracelet with each one of their birth stones in it. Margery suddenly forgot how big of a brat her daughter had been that entire day.
At sixteen, Crystal had a track meet on Mother’s Day. Margery was not the only mother to be waiting for their daughter to do their mile run. Margery was, however, the only one whose daughter managed to talk the boy Sprinters into painting her name on their chests and screaming;
“Happy Mother’s Day! Crystal’s Mom!” then darting away to finish their stretching.
Margery’s face turned beat red, and worsened when she met one of the mothers of a boy who bore an A on his chest half way through the meet.
“It worked out because my mom’s name is Angie.” He grinned at her, one arm around his mother’s shoulder. Margery beamed and caught sight of Crystal giggling, brightly and basking in the sun with her friends on the field.
Crystal was grown, at least according to the standards of the human world, and busy trying to find a way to tolerate her roommates. After she studied her many books, and crawled onto her bed. Wrapping her arms around her pillow, sheets warm from the hot sun light baking them all day while she studied in the cold library.
Back home, Margery was busy fishing through some old boxes in her closet. Within them, she found the remains of Crystal’s Elementary and Middle School mother’s day gifts. Pictures from when she was still small, blurred because she was too fast for the old cameras.
Old memories flashed through her mind, a smile leaking onto her face. Crystal had grown into a beautiful girl, but Margery still knew she had a lot more growing to do. Still, the mother was proud of her daughter.
An irritating ring broke off Margery’s train of thought. Flashing on the screen of her cell phone was a blurred picture of a brunette - Crystal.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hi, mom.”
“How are you, Princess?”
“Good… Happy Mother’s Day.”
Margery grinned, “Thank you, baby.”