Tulip Dress

I always only hear bits and pieces. I never heard to much, I always left.
She took me to my friends house all the time. She always said she loved me. Always packed my lunch with little notes of short poetry. She liked to tell me she loved me. One day when I was at school she wrote on a little post it stuck on my sandwich bag, " You are my sunshine, loving daughter of mine."
That was my favorite phrase from her. She always made me smile on that one. Whenever she would pick me up from school she would brush my hair out of my face, fix my clip, and dust the dirt off my uniform. She was always happy around me. She never was sad, or had a frown. She always asked how I was, and asked if I painted today. You see, I love painting, all because of her. My mom taught me how to paint. She was some kind of painter at a school, so she knew her stuff...hehe. She would always make me laugh with her poodle drawings and the long snout it would have.
When she would pick me up I was always so happy to see her. I did not ever care if the other kids said I was a mommy's girl. I loved my mom. My mom did everything for me. We would go home to my dad and brother.
My brother was older and was beginning to start college I think. My dad was always working and was a rarity if he ever was at the house. Even when he was, he was talking to mom in the other room. I never knew what about though.
The thing I loved most about my mom was she would put a tissue under my pillow. She put that there, to make a blanket for the bed bugs. I always laughed at that, but kept it there. She always made me feel loved, in her own special way.
One day when she picked me up from school, she noticed I was really dirty. She took me to the mall and bought me this dress. I will never forget that dress. It had pink woven laces at the ends of the sleeves and pleats at the end of the dress. It was a light hazel green, with a tulip in the middle. I loved that dress. It made me feel so pretty, I never wore it though. I never wanted to get it dirty. The only day I wore it was that day I bought it. I wore it home.
When we got home my brother and dad were home. I had not seen my dad for a while, since he has been working.
As soon as my mom and me came inside, he grabbed my moms hand and took her in the room. My brother yelled at my dad no, and started to scream. I did not know why he was screaming. After my dad fought my brother off, my brother screamed till he could not anymore.
He looked at me with a weary look, and grabbed my hand. He took me outside, I asked him why, but he would not even look at me. He took me in his car and I screamed at him with tears down my face. He said we have to go somewhere right now.
I mummer my cry's silent after a while, and looked down at my now drenched full of tears tulip dress. I missed my mom. I wanted to know why we had to leave, I wanted to know why I could not stay home. Why did daddy take mommy's hand. Why did my brother grab me away. Why?

When my brother stopped the car I looked up and knew where we were.
There was police cars and police men. We went inside the building and my brother started to talk to one of the police men. I did not hear him, but I did make out that he said my mom was in trouble.

After that day, I never saw my father or mother again. My father I don't dare to see him.
My mother, mom, and best friend...I saw her one time after that. Her eyes were closed and her hands were crossed, her image was blurry. I cried so much that day. I miss my mom. I still keep the dress she gave me that day. I keep it under my pillow, to cover the bad memories and keep the good ones.

You are my sunshine, loving mother of mine.
Your smile grew for a mile,
Your love was all of,
All that I needed and you succeeded,
My mom is all that makes me happy inside,
Why did you hide?
Hold my hand mommy today.
Sunshine please don't go away.