"Mama! Please!" Rosie sobbed.
"Roselyn, don't cry. Mama's not dying. You've a long way to grow and so I'm just getting a head-start on watching over you."
"But you can watch over me here!"
"Oh, Rosie, Mama'll be alright. All you need do is stay a good girl, and there'll always be a smile on my face. Now, go dry those cheeks and be good, okay?"
Convinced, Rosie whiped her tears and said, "Okay, Mama."
"Good, now go wash up. How's a boy gonna' like you if your eyes are bulgin' like a goldfish?" Rosie gave a bitter giggle and went down the hall towards the lady's room.
When Rosie came back, her mother was dead. Her father had just arrived as Mama took her final breaths and was now grasping tightly to the body. The doctor and his nurses could be heard rushing down the hallway, but nothing else existed in the ears of the widowed husband except the words she had faintly whispered to him before she parted, "I love you."
Um.. I just got some mail (yes, at 1:39 am, hadn't checked it) and that kinda broke my writing mood...
That upper part is the introduction to the later life of Roselyn. As she goes through life, her mother's death can be seen to have taught her much and she reflects much of it, all-the-while it ate her father away like a cureless plague.
So, what y'all fellars think?