My Dead Mother's Journal's

Six

The sun woke me up this morning. I had forgotten to close the curtains the night before and had suffered the consequence. I roll over and annoyingly look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it flashes 5:45 A.M.

I knew everyone would still be asleep, with the exception of the maid. She had always gotten up at precisely 5:00 to start the days work.

I could never be a maid. I don't mind the cleaning, it can be soothing at times, what I would mind is being someones personal chef, personal assistant, party planner and homemaker. I could never do all that .... does, so I make sure to thank her as much as I could.

She was an older woman, long greyed hair that was usually in hair ties. Wrinkles were now sprinkled through out her face, that she had attempted to mask but now wore them with pride.

"Marks of a hard worker" she had said to me once while teaching me how to make cupcakes, from scratch of course.

She insisted that everything be made that way. Cakes, brownies, muffins, you name it she had a book tucked somewhere with the perfect recipe.

I dressed myself in my comfortable jeans and an oversized dark blue hoodie and headed to the kitchen where I knew she would be.

I saw her at the griddle flipping pancakes. I walked past her to the fridge and poured myself a glass of OJ. I then took a seat at the marble island facing her at the griddle.

"Mornin'" she said almost too loudly.

"Good morning" I grumble

"Are you in the mood for my famous pancakes?" She asks flipping over a flapjack effortlessly.

"Yes, please Mrs. Jane" I say smiling.

"You know there is no need to be formal with me, just think of me as a part of the family."

And I did, think of her as family, she worked hard for my aunt but had always made time for me, especially after my mothers passing.

She taught me how to properly cook pies, though sometimes I would use my mothers less than delicious recipe to make them, as a reminder of her.

She has offered me homework help, taught me how to correctly clean things, things mothers should teach their daughters. In that way she did take on a parenting role.

All that Drew had taught me to do was change oil in a car, so he wouldn't have to do it himself.

The pancakes were really calling me now.

"Go on, take one." She says

I stab a small stack with my fork and drop them on my plate.

I eat them quickly, enjoying every bite.

"Thanks, they tasted amazing." I say laying my plate in sink.

I hear footsteps pounding down the stairs. I look over towards the stair case and I see my aunt completely unraveling. Her hair stick out in all directions, while her robe flapping but she was oblivious to all of this.

"Jane, stop making breakfast and get the car ready, something has terrible has happened!" She screamed at her

She quieted her voice a little.

"Now no matter what happens I'm here for you" She says as she pats my back.