Shelly

Many years ago, there was a young couple, Logan and Skye. Logan and Skye's favourite place in the whole world was the beach. One day, when the two were in their early twenties, Logan, like he always did on a Saturday, took Skye to the beach. Here he made her close her eyes and turn away whilst he burried a ring box in the sand. He then told her to dig. And that she did until she came to something hard. She pulled it out and he proposed. She said yes.

A year from that moment, they were married at that same beach. When they had been married for 3 months, Skye discovered she was pregnant. She had a little girl 9 months later. Logan and Skye named her Shelly.

When little Shelly was 3 months old, Skye was involved in a car accident on her way home from work. A shift a Seaweed and Sand. The minute Logan heard the terrible news, he called Skye's sister, Sandra over to take care of Shelly and raced to the hospital, just in time to hear them calling Skye's time of death.

Logan himself joined Skye in heaven when Shelly turned 13. He passed away after he fell off his horse while going on a ride across the beach with Shelly. He had burried something there that morning, a package for Shelly. Things of Skye's and a few of his as well as a small gift for her. Luckily he had told Shelly's Aunt Sandy of his plans.

Sandra took Shelly to the beach on her 15th birthday, and told her to dig in the spot Logan had told her the things were hidden two years ago. Shelly dug and dug until she found a lovely white box. She pulled it out. In beautiful curvy coral pink writing across the top was 'Shelly'. Shelly opened up the box. On one side were things of her father's. Surfing trophies, a picture of his horse and him when he was a child and a ring as well as a note. 'Happy Birthday, Shelly. I love you always. Dad.' On the other were things of her mothers. Various shells she'd collected, a picture of Logan with Skye and Shelly herself as a young baby. As well as those was a locket in the shape of a shell and a note. 'My lovely Shelly, if you are reading this, it means that I have passed away. I'm sorry I couldn't be there now. But take my locket, and I will always be with you. I love you Shelly. Love, Mum.' In the midde of the box was a box. Inside was a beautiful sky blue cup with hibiscuses all over it. On one side, whitten in beautiful cursive, white letters was Shelly's name.

Eversince that day, Shelly has always worn her mother's locket and her father's ring. Shelly swears that the breeze is her mother's voice, and the waves are her father's. She believes that that is how they watch over her.

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For my Mum. I am the luckiest girl in the world to have a Mum like you. Happy Belated Birthday.