Mattie Tucker

The Vanity Room

I always had a feeling there was something missing in my life since my mother had passed. I was only five when she died, but I remember her vividly. She had the most beautiful long caramel brown hair that went past her butt, and these eyes as blue as the deepest parts of the ocean. She was young when she passed just twenty-four years old. I can remember she always told us nighttime stories before bed my favorite one being about a princess who was locked in a tower. She reminded me of the princess thinking back on it now. She was always so kind and caring, always putting everyone else before her. When she passed it was unexpected and no warning was given, she passed from a massive heart attack. She had just gotten me on the bus for pre-school that day and was getting ready for work that day. She never made it to work, and I didn’t finish my day at school.