A Prayer Answered

Good Luck

My mom was still practically in a coma because of all that money we got. I mean think about it, 2000dollars, just coming in the mail. I mean how often that happens is beyond me. 2000 dollars. In our mail.OUR mail. I guess I am in a coma too. My mom has been asking me if I wanted to go out for ice cream orskating and all, but to be honest, I’m a little concerned. I don’t mean that like some kind of psychologistor something, but really. I mean if she keeps trying to spend money, we surprisingly might just run out!

I decided to go and get some coffee downstairs, where I heard my mom humming. I really wish shewould finally stop and come to her senses. I started walking down the stairs and saw my mom in anapron covered in flower. My dad and I got her that a few years ago, when he was here. I actually have afeeling that somehow we got her that flower the same day… Uh oh… I got to the bottom of the stairsand realized how loud the humming actually was. She could sing at the church and kill everybody. Eitherway I don’t think she will stop singing any time soon.

“Hey mom.” I said. I don’t think she heard me because, well, guess. I leaned over the counter and lookedat her. She had her earbuds in her ears and was listening to some song by Justin Bieber. I cringed at thethought that my mom who I thought may be cool, was listening to Justin Beaver. I have always calledhim that right after I burned my albums in the fire place.

“Hey mom” I said a little more emphatically. “Hey Hun!” She took one ear bud out and turned around. “Iwas just baking caramel cream pie, your favorite!” Okay, this was getting a little too out of hand, and Ihad to tell her. “Thanks mom, but you don’t have to do that. You don’t haveto make a fake life for mejust because dad is gone and we got that money. You really don’t.” I didn’t want to hurt her, but I justhad to tell her. I had to tell her that this was all wrong. “You, You’re right honey. I shouldn’t be using thismoney to make us feel better. I’m really sorry. That I put you through that.” She walked up to her roomand I heard a door shut. And that’s all I heard from her for a while.

I walked away from the table and decided to finish the pie. Our family has never really done things likemake sweets like this or watch a movie together or even put anything like have a good day on ourfridge. I opened the fridge to get some milk for the crust, which she still hasn’t made. I grabbed the milk,put it on the counter and shut the fridge. I turned away and then saw a small green note sticking on ourfridge. I picked it up and my heart raced. I know that wasn’t there when I opened, so how did that getthere? I looked at it and it read, “Good luck”. I felt a pain in my stomach. I couldn’t breathe, talk or evenclose my eyes. I fell of the floor and saw something. It was another note under the fridge. I slowly pulledmy arm out as I whimpered and read the note as I pulled it back to me. “I warned you” it read. I criedand whispered out to my mom. That was the one minute I had before I blacked out.