Talking to the Moon: Part 7

I'm starting to remember more.

I remember my father who smallpox when I was 7 years old.

The funeral we had was small, the only people that came was

Mother, Mary, Pastor John, and I.

It rained non stop that today, my family and I were soaked but we didn't care it showed that father was crying for us.

"Peace I with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be 14:27," said Pastor John

I remember getting told I had a baby sister,

"Come here Jack,"whispered Mother. "Come meet Mary you new sister."

I remember moving forward with disgust on my face.

"I don't want her! Take her back," I had said when I looked at her.

But in the end I loved her with all my heart.

I remember what I looked like before

Round brown eyes from my mother,

Lighter skin that would never tan in the summer from my father,

And brown hair from mother and father.

I remember that I was to marry that summer to Elizabeth Corn,

She had such beautiful red hair with the brightest blue eyes and the sweetest personality.

And the best part she was my best friend.

I remember my life as Jackson Overland

The good and bad

And I will cherish my memories forever