Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 | 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢,
All of my old friends, and even some old acquaintances hugged my mom when we got to the coffee house. She was sitting off to the side with her sketchbook in front of her.
Mom works as a fashion designer for dozens of different companies. She is a freelance designer, and sells her designs and collections to the highest bidder. Traveling around the world for years made mom unable to keep a stable job. Quick part-time jobs at high end boutiques in Europe helped to set her on the right track.
My friends always loved spending time with my mom when we were kids. She was the young mom that tried reasoning with the other parents. She always allowed for anyone to sleep at our house. Many of my guy friends had their first sleepovers with Devyn and I.
Also, my mom is the most stunning woman alive. As her daughter, I'm slightly biased. She is still the young mom who doesn't look like she gave birth to two girls over the last two decades. Mom doesn't work in an office, but she meets with lots of clients in person and on video conferences. She enjoys dressing up for her clients, because she's making the clothes that she's wearing. She wants people to be impressed by her style, so that they'd want to buy her clothes.
Devyn worked as a babysitter for a bunch of the younger kids in Crescent Heights. She cared for all of her clients, but as her sister, I always held a special place in her heart.
"You kids have grown up so much!" Mom chirped, hugging everyone in sight.
"I grew up the most handsome though, right Delilah?" Cody asked.
Mom never allowed for anyone to call her Mrs. Hargrove. She said that it made her sound old.
Jayden and Seth got to work making drinks for our friends. The two of them knew how to move at a frightening pace. I stood there handing them clean mugs when they needed them. I also cleaned the coffee grinder so that they didn't have to. I didn't want to disrupt their hard work.
There weren't many customers in the coffee house except for our friends. They all took seats to do homework, but not one of them bothered to take out their books. They were all talking and laughing together.
"My darling Diana, when am I gonna get that ice cream you owe me?" Cody asked.
"Refresh my memory on why you get ice cream," I said.
"Let me walk you through the memory," he smiled. Cody stood in front of the counter, leaning his elbows down on the tiles. "We were having a race from one end of the park to the other. We agreed that if I win, you'd use your yellow submarine piggy bank to buy me ice cream."
I remember this.
I let Cody win that race. Jayden was standing there with the rest of our friends. I only tried to win races against Jayden. My feet would fly across the grass or pavement to try and beat Jayden. No matter what was at stake I wanted to win. I only cared about winning if my competition was Jayden.
