Keeping It Together

|12|Mothers day

Chapter 12

Mothers day.

A day I stopped celebrating. No cards, no kisses just 11 years old me crying in her bedroom because her 'mommy' wasn't paying her attention and would come home drunk.

Almost one year after my real parents died.

I'm now starting to understand some of my old classmates when they talked about not celebrating mothers day. At my old school, over 30% of kids didn't have a mother it was either because their mother died, mommy issues or she left.

I just happened to end up with 3 of them. One living with a single father who is a dentist, the other lives with his uncle and the other one lives with his sister after his dad kicked him out for smoking. How did I know that? I guess when you keep to yourself, you tend to learn more about people. More than I should.

I rub my eyes, then continue to stare at the ceiling as I think back to my old school. I kind of miss it, I miss the teachers and let's not forget Dense Basin. Little Miss. Bully.

Let's just hope I don't see her again. Ever in my life.

"Happy mother's day Mom" I quietly said, closing my eyes.

Anyways, I decided to get off the bed and go take a nice refreshing bath. After my bath, I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and put on sky blue jeans and a shirt that says Rock & Roll, baby.

How cute is that?

I put my necklace on, holding it for a few a second before letting it go. I then started to make my way to the kitchen. When I reached the kitchen, Grandma was by the stove. Freshly squeezed orange, toast bread, bacon, veggie salad, pancakes, waffles, meat pies, and Freshly baked pastries were all on the countertop.

"Good morning Hope," Grandpa says taking his glasses off as he neatly closes the newspaper he was reading.

"Good Morning" I replied sitting down on the chair beside him.

"Happy Mother's day grandma," I said a little too quiet but she heard me. She turn to smile at me but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Thanks, dear" Was all she said before going back to frosting cupcakes.

"She never likes mothers day." grandpa whispers beside me. What he said broke my heart into millions of pieces. She loss her son and daughter.

Both gone.

I felt a finger brush against my cheeks, wiping the teardrop that I didn't even know had fallen. I look up to see Blake, he didn't have on a suit just a plain white shirt and jeans.

He pulled me into a side hug, turning his attention to grandma. He lean in to place a kiss on her cheeks then quietly said.

"Buona festa della mamma nonna."

[Happy mothers day grandma]

Grandma smile nodding her head, then went back to decorating more cupcakes. Blake sighs sitting down on the chair beside me.

"You want to see mom and Dad's grave?" Blake asked looking at me. I watch him closely, his eyes weren't getting watery and his face seemed emotionless. I turn around to stare at my fingers, trying to comprehend what he had just asked.