“Selena!” I called. It was time for a very important talk absolutely nobody wanted to have. At all. I’m pretty sure this day is dreaded by both parents and children alike. It might be more commonly known as the WooHoo talk…
“Yeah, mom?” She looked around. “Wait. No.”
“Mom! I really really do not need this… I know how babies are born!”
“Yes, or course you do, but…”
I really do not like this day. Jonathan at least was a little more, let’s say, easy with me. But oh my gosh, Selena did not want this talk. Honestly, I get it. But I also know how important it is.
“You need to know this stuff, Selena, so you don’t go getting pregnant!”
“I’m not going to ‘go get pregnant’, Mom! I don’t even like like anyone!”
“Well, that will change!”
“Yeah, it will! Not like it’s important, they don’t even tell us this at school!”
“What do you mean?!” Seriously, was this real, or did she mean she wasn’t listening?
“They don’t teach this!”
“Well, it’s important. You understand, right?” I wished more than ever that I’d thought far enough ahead to think of schools, the environment my children would grow up in.
“Yes… Now let me go hide from everyone….”
“Yeah, me too.” I said, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Was Windenburg really what everyone thought? A party town? Was it really? I was starting to believe it.
“Mitch, our girl is growing up.”
“She’ll have no trouble with the boys.”
“She’s beautiful, Nadia.”
“Yes, she is.”
“It’s her birthday today.” I added.
“Yep! Our little girl is gonna be a young adult.”
“I can’t believe it.”
“Oh, I know!”
Watering the plants is always so peaceful, I love it out here. Since we got more plants, Mitch and I, sometimes even Selena, we all work on the garden together.
“It’s so peaceful, isn’t it, Mitch?” I asked, “Mitch?”
“Nadia, I love you. Tell the kids I love them too.” He whispered.
I gasped. I wasn’t ready to lose him yet.
“Mitch! No, please!” I cried, “I love you too.”
Jonathan ran out, wondering what all the yelling was about.
“Mom? What happened, are you ok?” He stared at his dad’s dead body. “Mom?”
I don’t think I will ever feel anything, ever again. I will never be happy. My husband, my best friend, is lying there, dead. I will never feel anything. How could this happen? I’m not ready…
I pleaded for his life, but the grim reaper could care less.
“Please? I love him, I can’t let him go yet!” I cried. “Please!”
“Nope. It’s his time to die, and it will soon be yours,” The grim reaper said, coldly, “You’re the Clemontes?” He scrolled down his tablet, “I will be seeing a lot of you now, won’t I?”
He took Mitch’s life and left us there to cry. I am only glad my baby girl was at school and didn’t have to watch her dad die.
A/N: This is the last chapter in generation 1! Next chapter will be in Selena’s perspective!