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Scribble Chums with remi'sgotinkstains, useless :) and em wilder.

est. 26 Oct 2020

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Hey guys this is my second draft. Please please please review. If anyone wants to do review for review please leave the name of your piece in the comments. :)


November 14, 2020

In all my memories of Mama she's bent among the flowers in Papa's garden and yet, she never struck me as a flower-person.

"It's for Papa, Cham" I remember her saying once, when I asked her why she cared for the garden.

"But Mama, Papa doesn't use the flowers right." I complained.

She smiled, tucking a golden strand of loose hair behind her ear. In the soft morning sunlight that filled the garden, her hair was summery and alight, falling in ebullient curls around her face.

"Well, then tell me, what's the right way?" 

"You have to make them pretty in vases."

We didn't own any vases, so Mama took down a tall glass and I went around the garden picking flowers. It stood on the kitchen table that day, holding seven daisies and gerbera. That was the only time that the flowers in the garden served the purpose of art. It's not that they weren't important. They were, but instead of being praised for their aesthetic beauty, their petals were assessed for their botanical beauty by Papa.

The garden was consecrated to Papa's career as a botanist and throughout my childhood he was engaged in a search for something. Something he'd lost between the soft petals of roses, peonies, daisies, gerberas and all the other blossoms that I could never name. It seemed to me, he never found the lost treasure, but he stopped his search when Mama died.

It was Mama's birthday today and it felt like any other ordinary day, just as it had for the past ten years since I'd lost her. I was brushing my stubborn curls and looking out the apartment window, when I heard Papa.

"Cham! Come here for a minute." His voice traveled down the corridor.

"Coming!" I yelled, my hands wrestling my hair into a ponytail. I'd always wondered why my parents decided to put an 'h' in my name when it was pronounced 'Cam', but by the time I was old enough to ask, Mama was gone and Papa just said they liked it that way. 

"Good morning, sweetheart." He said, kissing my forehead.

"Good morning, Papa" I answered back. He smelled like breakfast and perfume. Usually, he started dressing for work after I'd left for school.

"You're going to work early today?" I asked. He didn't answer my question.

"Cham, sit down for a bit" he said, pulling up a chair for himself at the kitchen table. I frowned, watching his anxious eyes as they settled somewhere behind me. I had no clue what was going on. I sat down opposite him. 

"I have something to give you." he said "Something that belonged to Veronica."

At the mention of Mama's name, my heartbeat quickened from the already accelerated pace it was beating in. Papa never said her name out loud. At least not to me. Maybe the closeness to her name hurt him, made her loss more real. Maybe he felt the same I did, the wound never healing, despite the years. 

On the table, he placed a small, black box. It stood out against the light texture of the wood. With trembling hands I reached for the box and flipped it open on its hinges.

Nestled in the padded interior of the box was a small silver four-petaled flower, studded with an amethyst at the center. A pendant.

I could feel Papa's intent gaze on me, waiting for my reaction. Was I supposed to thank him? 

"Thank you, Papa." I smiled at him. "It's beautiful."

He sighed in relief and the worry in his eyes gave way into a smile. When he smiled like this, I could see why Mama had fallen for him. I'd say he was handsome in his own peculiar way.

"Well, I'm glad you like it." He said, getting up from the table. 

The more I stared at the pendant, the more of its details I began to uncover. I noticed the soft lines etched into the four petals, deeper near the stone and fading away towards the tips of the petals. It was beautiful.

"Your mother never got to wear it." I heard Papa in the background.

It would've looked good on Mama. I tilted the box towards the window and the light glinted off the pendant, all too familiar. Something flashed in my mind.

"I've seen this before." I gasped. Papa looked at me.


"I've seen this before."

"What do you mean?"

"I've seen Mama wearing this!" I stood up, the chair screeching backwards.

"She hasn't even seen it, Cham." 

Papa's voice was rising. I remembered now, like a dream, that night we met Mama. After her funeral. 

"No, she has. On that day, when we met her off the highway. After her funeral." 

I knew I sounded ridiculous. 

"Listen to yourself, Cham! That makes no sense! It must've been a dream."

"How can I dream this up without seeing it before?" I shrieked, gesturing at the pendant.

"Calm down, Cham."

"No, Papa-"

"Listen to me!" He shouted. "You're mistaken. Your mother died before she even saw it."

He left with that punch to my gut, his breakfast untouched on the kitchen table. The ability of movement lost to me, my eyes rested on the amethyst, a dark purple. I saw a hazy scene in my head of Mama and Papa. They were talking in a whisper in the yellow glow of a streetlamp. I was in the car and they were outside.

I remember Mama opening the door and kissing me on my forehead. And I remember, ever so clearly, the light glinting off the pendant she was wearing around her neck. The pendant I was holding now. She whispered something in my ear then.

And with a jolt I remember what it was that she said. 

"Stay with Papa, Cham. I'll be back. I promise."

Maybe that's why I never got over her death. All along, I knew that Mama was alive. 
Word Count: 993

Second draft - Expect typos, bad grammar and things that don't make any sense. And also this is a working title, lemme know if you guys have better title ideas. :)

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  • lochnessie

    re: thank you! and best of luck, also, tHis is amazing!!

    10 months ago
  • AmethystsAlias

    Re: I don't know about a third part, only because I'm not sure what I would write! But if you had any suggestions, I would gladly do some sort of a continuation. I do love what I've made, but I felt like leaving it at that was a steady place to end. Thank you for your love!

    10 months ago
  • sci-Fi

    Re: It's just random. We're here to support the community I guess, and one of the ways we can do that is through reviews

    11 months ago
  • AmethystsAlias

    Re: Thank you! The second part is already up!

    11 months ago
  • ~wildflower~

    Re: thanks for your encouraging words! And yes, stars are the best! I live in a suburban sort of area, so I can’t see heaps of stars but it’s still pretty good. Sometimes I walk my dog in the evenings and I love looking up at the stars as I do that. Occasionally I see a star that’s flashing red and green and white, and I have no idea what’s going on (maybe my eyes are just malfunctioning...) but it’s super exciting! That’s sad, that you can’t stargaze from where you live now - it’s so amazing where you go to rural places where you can see so many the stars. But other than actually looking at the stars, I love descriptions of them in writing and using them as metaphors. Anyways, sorry for carrying on about myself! I counted and I just wrote a form of the word ‘star’ 6 times! Wow, I have to stop. Thanks again for your comment, and I hope your having a good day/night!

    11 months ago
  • Paisley Blue

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    11 months ago