Mommy. I love you so much. I just want you to know how much I miss you. I wonder where you went? Everyone says you ran off and left us.... But... Somewhere here, in this part of my mind where I keep the fragments that have broken off my heart, is the real reason I seek justice. Here a wounded soul sits and broods; being the only part of me that remembers where Mommy really went.
Amelia sat in the garden in a beautiful pink dress. Frills, ruffles, ribbons and bows covered every coverable part of her. She rocked back and forth on the porch swing with her mother. Her beautiful young mother. Amelia reached up her arms playfully and captured some of her mother's curls in her chubby hands, wrapping it cutely around everyone of her fat little fingers. Her mother laughed and sat Amelia into her lap. Amelia cuddled closer to her mother, kicking her legs back and forth in rhythm with the song her mother sang to her. Comfortable and warm, Amelia fell asleep, her tiny thumb in her mouth. Gently Amelia's mother lifted her and took her inside.
Amelia's mother wanted to put Amelia to bed, but Prince Phil thought they should let her stay up to watch the fireworks. It was the Century Anniversary of Seyruun, after all. Throughout their discussion Amelia woke up. Her large eyes blinked in her tiny face, and she smiled up at her mother. No, Amelia would go to bed. Amelia would without protest, she promised, as long as her Mother told her a good night story.
Cuddled up beneath her blankets, only her face peeking out from underneath them, Amelia listened as her mother weaved a magical story. A story of a beautiful princess who fought for justice. She hoped that if she did enough justice, everyone in the world would become good people, and nothing bad would ever happen again. As the final lines of the story came from her mother's lips, Amelia fell asleep. Amelia's mother kissed her forehead and quietly left the room.
Late at night, as the last firework exploded into the air, the gunshots began. They rang out through the night like battle cries from the throats of a thousand men. Tiny Amelia heard the thunderous roars and screamed for her mother. Again and again she cried for her, but no one came. Desperate, Amelia stumbled out of her bed, feet caught in the lace at the bottom of the nightgown. She ran though the palace halls, only to find them empty. Turning a corner to fast, she fell. Fell right beside the bleeding, dead body of her beautiful mother. Her father ran to her, having survived the terrorist attack himself, but was unable to shield her eyes from the body.
Mommy. I fight for justice now. Maybe if I teach enough people the difference between right and wrong, this won't happen again. Mommy, I miss you....