Daily Prompt: Audience of One

Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter.

Dear Mommy,

Your little Princess Rosebud is very very mad at you. You are not here anymore and for that reason I understand that you can’t defend your actions, but I’m still super duper mad at you anyway!

Here’s why:

1. How could you be so stupid as to travel all the way to France, actually enter the original Chanel Store on Rue Cambon, and only buy a scarf. A pretty scarf to be sure, but just a SCARF, a worthless square of fabric!! What good does that do me? You went to France in the seventies; if only you had been a better mother, you would have known that your only daughter would one day be obsessed with Chanel. A good mommy–a better mommy than you were–would have known that and would have made sure I had all my wishes fulfilled. At this point, it would be a VINTAGE bag. I HATE YOU! [Cue sound of door slamming– just like the good old days.]

2. And another thing, how dare you die before your grandson got his Ph.D. HOW DARE YOU! That was incredibly selfish of you. You know how much he loved you and how he called both of us “Mom” and both of us would answer, “Which one do you want, honey?” I’m the one that had to buy him an Hermes tie and write a note to him telling him that if you were still alive, this is what you would want him to have because you are so proud of him and what he had accomplished. [Again with the I hate you and door slam sound effect].

3. You would totes love the captain. He would totes love you too, but he’s only heard stories about how wonderful you were. He had kind of a crappy mom and you would have filled that hole in his heart.

How could you die and leave us all alone??

Your daughter, Princess Rosebud



12 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Audience of One

  1. I hear you,loud and clear.The scarf, well,maybe it fits, but the rest,I can hear the pain.Sorry she missed so much. My husband had my mother for 20 years; he still misses her after these 10 years after she left us. She would have gone nuts over my grandkids.
    (But you wouldn’t want to hear my letter of complaints to my mom…and the computer would burn if I wrote one to ‘Dear Old Dad’)


    • A good purge can do wonders, my friend! Just like that housecleaning and painting you’re doing. I had the capt write a letter to his dad and then tear it up, I mean, I would have mailed it, because he’s a nicer person than I am.

      On Thu, Nov 29, 2012 at 4:36 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


  2. My husband’s mom died before I was even born, so I can understand #3. He’s always telling me how much we would have liked each other. And she’s missing out on all of Penny’s cuteness!


  3. Dear Princess Rosebud: How you must suffer over the scarf debacle. ALL your wishes should have been fulfilled. ALL of them. I’m sorry you’re mom is gone. I can only imagine and it doesn’t feel good even in one’s imagination. I love that you got to write to her. Blogs are such amazing therapy. Soldier on, my friend, solo scarf and all!


    • LOL! It is so painful, I agree, but I can wipe a tear from my cheek with my scarf, so it’ll be good for something. I do so agree that all my wishes should come true, and yours too!

      On Thu, Nov 29, 2012 at 10:13 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


    • Oh you are too sly, Ms. Presences of Presents (LOL) I have never attempted to communicate with her, but now you have given me the greatest incentive ever. Thank you!!!! You’re a genius.

      On Fri, Nov 30, 2012 at 4:37 AM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


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