Exposure

EX:48

Chapter 48

Ally's Perspective

"In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you."-Unknown

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         THE chilled liquid slightly shook back and forth. I gently held the cup of juice trying not to spill it. According to my mother's doctor, drinking lots of green juice and tea promoted great health benefits, although I couldn't understand what these beverages would do for her stomach mass. However, I was trying every single thing possible to keep her well.

I looked down into the cup noticing my reflection. My appearance was nowhere near put together.

"Here momma drank up," I sat the cup of juice in front of her on the living room table.

She sat up from the sofa to take a small sip balling her face in the process, "that's nasty."

"But it's good for you so you need to drank it."

She sighed before started to chug the drink as quickly as possible.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom right quick."

I headed down her hall to the restroom to freshen up.

Once again I had been over her house all morning nursing her around. Tiana wanted to tag along, but she had her own business to take care of.

I looked into the bathroom mirror to see my reflection once again.

There were bags up under my eyes and my hair was all over the place. I threw a good amount of water on my face and pulled my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head.

I was drained, and I had been suffering from a hangover for two days straight.

I partied a little too hard the other night and now I was paying the consequences for it. I was regretting every single shot of both light and dark liquors that had entered my system that night.

Truth be told, the only reason I went so hard that night was to take my mind off of what was going on in my life for a couple of hours.

        A cold liquid collided with my face as I splashed myself with a good amount of water to wake up. After drying my face off with a clean towel I exited my mother's bathroom heading back up to the living room portion of the house.

My mother sat on the living room couch in a robe eating a hot pocket watching reruns of her favorite daytime television show, The Bold and the Beautiful.

I quickly took the plate from her hands surprising her, "momma you're not supposed to be eating stuff like this."

"Ally I been eatin' green shit all week one hot pocket is not gonna kill me."

I continued to ignore her taking the plate with me into the kitchen, "I'm gonna make you a salad."

That only seemed to make her upset, "Ally bring me back my damn hot pocket I'm tired of salads."

        As I threw the half-eaten hot pocket into the trash bin, I threw several glances my mother's way observing her. She looked much weaker and tired letting me know that continuing to keep her away from processed foods was the best decision.