2-Goodbye Mama-
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Mikhael slowly opened his eyes as the morning sun shone through his bedroom window.
He sat up in bed as he let out a sigh. After rubbing his eyes he stood and stretched out his
back. He looked around his room looking past the rocking chair in the corner and the
standing mirror by the door, until he finally landed on the dresser. Mikhael began to walk
over towards it, some floorboards squealing as he did." Mikhael, are you finally up dear, " a
voice called out from another part of the house. "Yes mama, I'm up," he hollered back, a
smile spreading across his face. He began to undress and prepared to change clothes.
He admired himself in the mirror and brushed his hand through his thick black hair. He
started posing and smiling when he heard a familiar giggle coming from the window.
Startled and embarrassed he rushed over to the window to pull the curtains shut, nearly
tripping on his trousers on the floor. He continued to change as he spoke to the person
behind the curtains. "Were you spying on me, " he stammered seeming quite upset. "Of
course not! I simply came by to see if you were awake yet, " answered the voice. "Well, you
could have just asked my mother, Nadia, " Mikhael called back." I've already asked to many
times, I didn't want to bother her. Wait, do you even know what time it is," Nadia questioned.
Mikhael's eyes widened and he turned to look at the clock above his bed. He whispered to
himself "Shiittt!!!" From outside the window Nadia burst into laughter and said," You've got
about six minutes before you are late, Mikhael. I'd hurry if I were you."
Mikhael now hurried to change into the rest of his clothes hopping out of his room on
one leg while putting on his boot on the other. " Good morning mama," he said as he started
to serve himself some soup that was on the stove for lunch. "Mikhael, be careful you will
burn yourself. Why are you in such a hurry," his mother asked. "Sorry mama, I really have to
go and I don't have time to explain." he responded as he shoveled hot soup into his mouth.
"Well just make sure to clean up before you go, okay," his mother said with a worried
expression. She grabbed a bag and started towards the door. " I'm going to the market
Mikhael, I'll see you later." Mikhael ran up to her and held her tight. A clear confusion on her
face. He went back to his seat and waved while he drank the last bit of soup. When she left
he ran into his room to retrieve his leather satchel and raced back to the front door. When
he reached the door he stuck his hand into his satchel and pulled a letter that was folded
into thirds. On the outside it said," To mama; From Mikhael." He placed it on the end table
near the door and was about to leave when a picture caught his eye. He stopped to
examine the picture of his mother and himself together. "How beautiful you are, mama... I'm
sorry I am doing this without you knowing, but I know you would try to stop me," he thought.
"Mikhael are you ready yet," Nadia screamed out. He took the picture out the frame and
stuffed it in his satchel and ran off.
After a while the front door opened, " Oh, Mikhael, I almost forgot... Mikhael?" His mother
looked around wondering where he was. She looked in his bedroom and knocked on the
bathroom door. She called out to him , but there was no response. While looking around she
saw a knocked over picture frame. She walked to it and placed it up right, noticing the
picture was gone and that there was a letter underneath the frame. She opened it up as she
walked over to the kitchen table to have a seat. She began to read, " Dear mama, by the
time you read this I shall have been taken away for training. I have signed up for the red
army. I know this is something you wouldn't want, but I feel as though it is my right...my duty
to fight. I will write you letters whenever I get the chance and I will make sure to comeback
home to you, but for now... goodbye mama. Your son Mikhael." His mother's eyes began to
water. She lowered her head into her arms on the table and began to cry.
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