Don't Make Me Go Crazy

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning...

"Jaz, come on!"

Mom was planning something that I didn't know about, and it scares me because Mom loves to do surprises.

I was getting ready to take my phone with me, until Mom opened the door.

"You're almost done?" She asked.

"I was getting my phone out--"

"No phone for you."

"No phone?" Yes, it's a cliché topic that I love my phone but still, it's hard not to communicate with no one.

No one writes letters anymore.

"I want mother-daughter time with you, and we barely have it anymore."

"But, you still have your phone," I say.

"Because I'm your mother, and I'm grown," she stated. Well shit. "Now, let's go."

I dropped my phone on my bed, and left my bedroom with Mom. We walked downstairs, and Mom was checking to see if she has everything.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," she answered.

"I hope it's not anything I don't like."

"Don't worry, you'll be somewhat happy." Mom doesn't drive, so we have to take the bus. Buses are annoying because of three reasons; annoying people, stinky smells, and crowdedness.

We lived near a bunch of places where buses stop at, so we went there. Cars, buses, any vehicle that can move were on the road were here at eight in the morning. There was a bus coming, and I look at Mom.

"We're getting on this bus," Mom stated.

The bus was here, and we both got on it. It wasn't that packed and got a seat near the back.

"So, are you ready for today?" Mom asked.

"You didn't tell me where we was going, so I'm anxious," I answered. "Do Dad know?"

"He doesn't know because I know he'll tell you."

"You never know, Mom. People can change."

"Jaz, I married your father for eighteen years. I think I know what he can and cannot do," she stated.

The whole time we were on the bus, we was talking and laughing. I actually had a good laugh from my own mother.

Mom told me to get off the bus because the stop was coming up. We ended up in front of a bakery, which confuses me.

"Mom, why are we at a bakery?" I asked.

"I'll tell you why when we go in there." She opens the door, and it smells sweet. No duh.

It looks like it has been decorated with so much candy that it looks good to eat. Looks so beautiful that I feel like a little kid. Then, a lady that looks like Mom's age comes out of a room.

"Hi, Maggie!" She greeted Mom, and gives her a hug.

"Hi Angie!" Mom greeted the lady. "Oh, this is my daughter, Jasmine."

"Hi Jasmine!" She exclaimed, giving me a hug. She's very ecstatic.

"Hi," I said.

"So, the reason why you're here, Jasmine is because your mom wanted quality time with you. So, you're going to bake sweets."