Sisters, forever and always
I love you Katy and Megan
KATS P.O.V
i phone the estate agents immediately..
actually after I'd pulled my self together and got up of the floor and stopped crying.
I phoned them up and told them to put the house immediately on the market.
Selling the house was deffunatly my only option.
i needed to go to London!
But leaving this house, with all the memories of daddy?
Maybe it was a good thing, a fresh start.
I have all the memory's I need in my head.
The cause of pain was the tree house.
That was going to be hard. Bu I have pictures and memories like I said.
I packed all my things together. Found boxes in the cellar and put stuff in them.
once my my room was bare and I had 10 full boxes I moved to Megs room.
Her toys strewn across the floor.
Unmade bed.
Pajamas on the floor.
Yesterdays clothes in a pile.
A picture of me her and dad on the nightstand.
I placed it carefully in the box.
I got her suitcase down and put her stuff in. Like mine only some would fit. I left the rest on the bed. I'd find another suitcase.
Once her room was Empty I put all her things with mine and moved to dads and mums room.
I was cold. Empty...
No pictures.
I looked through the wardrobe. Empty apart from one jumper.
Dads jumper.
I pulled it off the hanger and over my head.
i could smell him. Still. After all these years.
I walked to his side of the bed.
His glasses sat there a layer of dust covering them.
I opened the draw. 3 photos. And a envelope.
I pocketed the envelope. And looked at the photos.
The first one was of dad holding a new born baby. The smile on his face you could see was a true one. The tears in his eyes were of joy. Holding in his arms a precious baby wrapped in a baby pink blanket. I turned it over.
Baby Katy born today, my little angel.
I stared at the writing. My heart swelled in my chest.
The next photo was was on daddy again crouching next to a swing. On it perched Meg. She was only a toddler. She was laughing in the picture. He's smiling at her. Not at the camera. The caring look in his eyes. I smiled sadly at the picture. I turned it over..
Me and my little star Megan! Her first time on a swing today. She loved it.
The next photo was of Me and Meg. Both asleep on cushions. This was taken a year before dad died.. We were sleeping on two big cushions..with fairy lights strung behind us. The message read.
My angel and my star. The two most precious things in my life. My world in a photo. My two beautiful girls.
I love you
Katy and Megan x
i phone the estate agents immediately..
actually after I'd pulled my self together and got up of the floor and stopped crying.
I phoned them up and told them to put the house immediately on the market.
Selling the house was deffunatly my only option.
i needed to go to London!
But leaving this house, with all the memories of daddy?
Maybe it was a good thing, a fresh start.
I have all the memory's I need in my head.
The cause of pain was the tree house.
That was going to be hard. Bu I have pictures and memories like I said.
I packed all my things together. Found boxes in the cellar and put stuff in them.
once my my room was bare and I had 10 full boxes I moved to Megs room.
Her toys strewn across the floor.
Unmade bed.
Pajamas on the floor.
Yesterdays clothes in a pile.
A picture of me her and dad on the nightstand.
I placed it carefully in the box.
I got her suitcase down and put her stuff in. Like mine only some would fit. I left the rest on the bed. I'd find another suitcase.
Once her room was Empty I put all her things with mine and moved to dads and mums room.
I was cold. Empty...
No pictures.
I looked through the wardrobe. Empty apart from one jumper.
Dads jumper.
I pulled it off the hanger and over my head.
i could smell him. Still. After all these years.
I walked to his side of the bed.
His glasses sat there a layer of dust covering them.
I opened the draw. 3 photos. And a envelope.
I pocketed the envelope. And looked at the photos.
The first one was of dad holding a new born baby. The smile on his face you could see was a true one. The tears in his eyes were of joy. Holding in his arms a precious baby wrapped in a baby pink blanket. I turned it over.
Baby Katy born today, my little angel.
I stared at the writing. My heart swelled in my chest.
The next photo was was on daddy again crouching next to a swing. On it perched Meg. She was only a toddler. She was laughing in the picture. He's smiling at her. Not at the camera. The caring look in his eyes. I smiled sadly at the picture. I turned it over..
Me and my little star Megan! Her first time on a swing today. She loved it.
The next photo was of Me and Meg. Both asleep on cushions. This was taken a year before dad died.. We were sleeping on two big cushions..with fairy lights strung behind us. The message read.
My angel and my star. The two most precious things in my life. My world in a photo. My two beautiful girls.
I love you
Katy and Megan x
you should do a story about how louis,zayn or liam(cause you have one about harry and this one was niall ) find this girl that has been raped after a party then to repay the one who found her she goes on a date with him ....ect.
this story is so awesome i read the dancer and that one is wondeful
1/15/14