When I was a child I always dreamed of being a hero, just like the ones in the fairytales my mother used to read to me as a child, as long as I can remember my mother read fairy tales.
As the sun peeked into the morning clouds, Mya woke up and looked out the window in her bedroom. Hoping that today will be different from the previous days. Mya slowly got out of bed she sat there and thought to herself, “I wonder if dad will even remember it’s my birthday.” as she thinks to herself she feels an overwhelming amount of sadness but tells herself that he will remember this year.
As mya gets up and opens her door ready to greet her father on her special day she sees her dad rushing around the house. “Maybe he’s rushing around waiting for me to wake up, maybe he has a surprise party planned,” Mya tells herself as she starts to get excited. She watches her father rush around for a few more minutes until he notices her watching him, “morning Mya, I’m late for a meeting I’ll be gone for a while.” Mya’s father was going through a briefcase that was set on a small table in the hallway. Mya stared at him as she felt that excitement drip away, “You’re leaving, now?” “Yes I am, I left money on the kitchen island for you,” Mya’s dad told her without even looking her in the eyes. Mya looked at the floor in discouragement and disbelief that her father had forgotten her birthday, once again. I mean how can she be surprised that this happens every year, “oh ok..” That was the last thing Mya had said before her father rushed out the door. Mya doubts that he even heard.
Mya stared at the door feeling all alone, “of course, he’d forget, all he cares about is work.” Mya thought as she slowly walked over to the island table and looked at the money her father had left for her. “At least he left me some money,” Mya’s phone rang violently. Mya looked at her phone and saw it was her mother calling her, she looked at the phone for a while as it vibrated in her hand. After a while, she decided to answer the phone, “Hey mom what’s up.” The cheerful voice of her mother answered “Hey Sweety mind if I stop by?” Mya felt happy hearing her mother's voice, “ No, I don’t mind at all.” “Ok Mya I’ll see you soon,” Mya’s mom said Excitedly before hanging up. As her mother hung up mya felt so happy that she won't be alone on her birthday. She walked over to the couch and watched tv while waiting for her mother to arrive.
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The lock on Mya’s door twisted and clicked as the door handle moved mya’s mom walked through with bags hanging across her arms. Mya walked over to her mom, very excited to see her but she wasn't sure why she wanted to come over. “Hey mom, why did you want to see me?” Her mother looked at her surprised that she had to ask but even though she was surprised she smiled and walked over to the island table and put her bags down. “Well for starters, it is your birthday and I wanted to wish you a happy one,” Mya’s mother said with a gorgeous smile. Mya’s face lit up hearing that she remembered, but moments later her face dropped to a gloomy state, “at least someone remembered..,” Mya mumbled while looking at the ground. Mya’s mother looked at her and her expression became a sad one, “So your father forgot again, I’m sorry sweety.” desperate to lighten the mood mya’s mother made a slight joke, “well your father has always been like that, that’s why I divorced him.” she added with a small giggle at the end. Mya looked at her mother feeling a little bit better, “I know mom”
After a few moments of silence Mya’s mother thought of something that might lighten the mood completely. “Well anyways I brought gifts,” Mya’s mother exclaimed as she attempted to salvage the day. Mya looks at her mother with curiosity and a small smile, “you know you didn’t have to, you being here is all I could’ve hoped for.” Mya’s mother places her hand on Mya’s cheek and smiles sweetly, “I know but this was very important to me when I was your age and I think you can use it now more than ever.” Mya looks at her mother as her curiosity rises by the second. Mya reaches her hands into the bag and slowly starts to pull out a book. The book looked like a classic fairytale story. It had gold lettering on the title, it also had a picture of a castle in the background with a group of people on the cover. Mya looked at her mother confused, “a fairytale, like the ones you used to read to me as a kid?” Mya’s mother smiled at her, “not quite it’s special.” Mya looks at her mom even more confused, “how?” “Never mind that now, you’ll figure it out with time but for now how about we watch a movie?” Mya’s mother said as she directed Mya over to the couch. Mya spent the rest of her day with her mother, wondering what could be so special about that storybook...