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Bu Bankie
It was dark, rainy and foggy. Elizabeth was huddled at the doorstep. Her mother had sent her out and had forgotten her, again. Hugged to her chest was a blue blanket. ‘Bu Bankie’ she called it, because she couldn’t pronounce her ‘L’s’ yet. Her sand brown hair is plastered to her face as she stared at the falling rain. Shivering, she clutched bu bankie tighter, trying hard to keep herself warm. A while later, the door opened and her dad came out.
“Oh…’lizabeth…Did mommy forget you again?”
Elizabeth only nods, her face pale with cold. Her father picked her up, holding her close.
“It won’t happen again. I promise.”
6 years later
“Come on Liz!” Meg called out to her friend. Elizabeth followed enthusiastically. Meg, with her bubbly personality was running ahead, laughing. Elizabeth ran along side her. Elizabeth is 11, Meg had just turned 12. They ran to the playground where they played on the swings, going higher, higher. It got late sooner than Elizabeth would have liked and it was time to go. Holding hands, they walked to Amber’s house first. Saying goodbye, Elizabeth walked home. When she got there, her mother was waiting in the doorway.
“Where have you been, Elizabeth?” Her mother’s eyes were slits, a bottle of drugs was on the counter.
“The park, mom. Dad said I could go.”
“Well, dad isn’t here now and I was worried sick about you.”
The truth was, she wasn’t worried at all, just waiting for Elizabeth to come home.
“You, are a sorry excuse for a daughter.”
“I’m sorry mom.”
“No you aren’t, now go to you’re room, you sniveling little child.”
Elizabeth was happy for the opportunity. She fled to her room and lay on the bed, holding Bu Bankie close. Even now, she had kept her little baby blanket.
“God…? Why is mom like this?” She whispered into the blanket. “Daddy…? I don’t know what to do…” She felt a sudden warmth, comfort.
“Thank you daddy…I love you…” With that, she drifted to sleep.
The next morning, she awoke and walked to Meg’s house. Meg’s parents knew how she was treated at home and thus, was always welcome. She knocked timidly on the door and Meg’s mom answered it.
“Oh, hello honey, come on in.” She really liked Meg’s parents. They were so warm and comforting. She walked into Meg’s room where she was sitting on the bed.
“Liz!” She smiled and got up, wrapping her into an embrace. Elizabeth hugged her back.
“Let’s go somewhere!” Meg said
“Okay!” Elizabeth replied happily
They ran outside, it was a very sunny day, the sky a soft blue. They ran through the sprinklers getting soaked to the skin. Laughing, they ran around until the sun set and it was time to go. Elizabeth walked home, a feeling of dread settled in her stomache. She walked in and her dread was confirmed. Within a half hour, she was beaten head to toe. She crawled into bed, crying softly.
“Daddy…daddy….help me daddy…” She drifted to sleep after a while.
Many months later, an accident occurred. Elizabeth walked home to see her mother laying dead on the floor, no signs of how she could have died. The doctors later told her that it was a drug overdose, which made sense considering her mother had always been addicted to it. Immediately she called Meg. Meg’s family came over and they called an ambulance. They took her away and a few days later, a funeral was held. Elizabeth stood by the casket, clutching the blue blanket. A warmth enveloped her and she closed her eyes in prayer. “Thank you God…thank you….may she be happy with you…” She smiled weakly and turned to leave, Bu Bankie in her arms.
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