Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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I'll Staple Your Baby Balls to That Big Ass Forehead
At six years old, I quickly bolted towards my parent's room. It was early in the morning, probably around eight or nine, when little me burst through the door and hopped on their bed. The covers rustled from underneath me as I struggled to crawl towards my mother.
Her chestnut brown hair laid sprawled around her head in delicate strands. It was a little on the thinner side and cut short, meaning it needed less maintenance. So, she always let the strands down while sleeping and doing chores around the house.
While making my way over to her, she slowly opened an eye, then another. Brown orbs met mine, the spitting image of hers. I watched as a certain light seemed to brighten the colour. Then came the small grin.
"Good morning, Honey," she whispered, hoping to not wake Dad up.
"Good morning, Mama," I giggled.
She put a slender finger to her lips, shushing me. I pulled my lips between my teeth and kept quiet. But, being quite the social child around her, started talking once again.
"Do you know what day it is?" I asked her.
She grinned, picking me up and taking me out of the room. My short arms wrapped around her while I gently placed my head in the crook of her neck. With that, my ears could catch the sound of her slow and steady heartbeat. It was soothing.
"What day is it today?" My mother asked me, acting clueless. As a child, I didn't understand that she was only teasing me.
"Mama," I whined. "Did you forget?"
She laughed. The sound was angelic. Soft and pretty. Like a little tinkling bell.
"Of course, not. I would never forget about Saturdays with my baby," she cooed.
I sucked in a breath. "You remembered!" I beamed.
Mom continued to be amused, pulling me a little closer to her. "You're so precious," she mumbled between kisses on my cheek.
I laughed at the feeling of her soft lips tickling my cheek. When I finished squirming around, she set me down on the counter and began grabbing ingredients for the pancakes. While everything was on the counter, she turned to me and scratched her head.
"Hmm... I wonder what we're missing..." she wondered aloud, waiting for me to answer.
I looked at the counter and immediately noticed the ingredient she needed. "Flour!" I blurted.
