"M-mom?" I called into the room. "Y-you okay?" Stupid I know but I couldn't think right then. I was to scared.
"Nagi?" mom called back. She called me by my uncle's name. I was named for him, but mom never called me that unless it was serious. Please, don't die mom I willed. Oh, mom.
"It's me, mom." was the only answer I could muster.
"Nagi.....take the box I gave you......and your hiking pack. Use my free trian pass......go to New......New York city. Take care......my daughter." And with that she kissed me, layed down, took a gulp of air, and forever closed her eyes.
I spent the next 20 minutes crying, cursing, and came waaaay to close to screaming. Why now? Why like this? What was dad thinking? Oh, mom.
My thoughts went on like this until a little common sense kicked in. Do what your mom told you or end up like her. While heading to my room , I asked myself how did I get this mature? After all I was 5 yrs. old. Wait. I thought that I was 7 yrs. old? No time to worry about that.
When I got to my room I grabbed the hiking back and ticket. Then I went to the kitchen. I had to get the box mom showed me. It was very pretty and had about 2,000 dollars in it. Not that I cared at the time.
Then I saw the matches. Mom had long ago trusted me with them. And, she had always hated the idea of being buried. So I did what any kid who had wacthed their dad kill their mom. I burned the house down, with mom inside.