Everyone in the family is outside having a potluck, but I can't pull myself to see the neighbors. Dallas' mom showed up, but I can't look at her in the eyes. I wonder if she knows what happened between me and Dallas?
I opted out of the event either way tonight, so I'm sitting alone in the study with a book. The book I chose to read is a collection of poetry written by Rupi Kaur. Although her poetry is sad, it has a deep meaning. She talks about things that have happened in her life, but how she manages to somehow survive one trauma after another. Rupi has experienced mental and physical traumas that I can't even begin to imagine being able to live with. I wish I was like her. Not the whole sad story part, but who she is at heart. I want to be as brave, strong, and confident as her. I don't know if she is any of these in person, but from her writings I think she is. Rupi wrote about things that have happened to her and published her writings. She openly talked about things too many are scared of doing. I wish I was as fierce of a person as she is.
Someone quietly raps on the door, startling me out of my thoughts. The door creaks open and mom pokes her head in, "Hey, love."
"What's up?" I close my book but make sure to mark the page.
Mom shares a faint smile with me, "Hungry?" I shrug and look at her awkwardly. I'd rather be reading than eating right now. "Why don't you come downstairs and get some dinner?"
I sigh, "Maybe later." She nods and then exits the room. A few minutes pass by, and she returns, along with a plate loaded of food.
"Here you go, you need to eat," she says as she sets the plate and a fork down on the desk in front of me.
"Thank you, mom."
"It's no problem, Jo, but why won't you at least talk to his mom? She deserves to know what's going on between her son and adopted daughter. I don't think Dallas has told her anything about it, and she says she misses you. I'm not saying you have to, but I think you should," She takes a deep breath.
I stare at my mother's eyes full of both hope and despair. What's given her this peculiar combination? "I'm sorry, mom. Not today."
She nods and changes the subject, "What are you reading?"
"Milk and Honey."
"Of course you are."
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning, Middle, but not the End
Teen FictionJodie Sizemore is a normal teenager--she lives in a nice house, goes to a good school, and has a group of loyal friends. However, there are a few inevitable obstacles that seem to prevent her from enjoying her life, also known as Generalized Anxiety...
