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Siah settled down in her room, her mom told her she only bought a bed so Siah could decorate the rest.
Tucking her lips in, anxious for the arrival of her brothers and father apparently they went to go play football at the park.
Siah looked around her room, anxiousness settling in her chest, she wondered how her grandmother was she hadn't seen her since the incident.
Selah is a Christian, and what Siah did made her look at her differently despite all that she was dealing with she doesn't think trying to commit suicide was the best approach.
That and the next year was the hardest for Siah, she wasn't the same person she was back then, sweet, caring, and a pushover. Dealing with depression in her early teenage years made her insecure, self-conscious, and suicidal.
She tried talking to her parents, it was like talking to a wall. Her brothers, they were never that close anyways at least that's what Siah thought.
A knock on the door sounded throughout the room, causing her to sit up, her mother's head poked in with a soft smile.
"Hey baby, I'm gonna start making dinner soon, you can come down and help if you want." She offers with a soft smile.
As much as Siah wanted to hate her mother, she couldn't because a part of her still lover her.
"I guess." she muttered, uncertainty lacing her voice, as she slipped on her furry slippers passing her mother as she made her way downstairs.
She heard her room door shut and small foot steps catching up to her.
After a while of cutting up tomatoes, her mother speaks up, "So how have you been?" Carmen asked in a soft tone.
When her little girl left to stay with her sister in-law she felt her heart tear in two, she knew she needed to do better for herself and for kids.
Siah looks up meeting her eyes momentarily, "Don't do that." She snapped annoyance lacing her voice.
Confusion crosses Carmen's face, "What baby?" She questions.
"That, start feeling sorry for me, or think that you're a bad mother for not noticing." Siah snaps, Carmen's mouth gapes open trying to find the right words but nothing comes out.
Silence settles over the two, the front door slams close as the pattering of feet make there way towards the kitchen.
Anxiety settles at the bottom of Siah's stomach, as her father's face comes into view.
