Solace (Complete)

29. Reconciliation

After spending some time with Beth I went back home. When I passed from kitchen I saw my mother sitting by the island, her head in her hands. She looked distressed, I wanted to ignore it and went to my room but something stopped me from doing that so I went to her well to the refrigerator to get some water. When she heard me she looked up.

"You are back?" She said and stood up looking at me with sadness in her eyes.

"Yup" I said and took sips from the water bottle.

"Can we talk for a moment please?" She asked me wearily.

"Okay" I said and we both sat at the stool by the island.

"Calista I wont beat around the Bush. I just want to tell you the truth. Do you know what is my family background?" She asked me and I looked at her confused. We have never met our maternal family because mom was the only child and she never talked about our grandparents so we assumed that they are dead.

"We were poor, my mom was an addict. She never cared for anyone. Then she met my dad who worked at a small company with a little pay barely meeting both ends. The fell in love and got married. My dad thought that my mother would leave her addiction once they got married and that did happened, my mother was clean for 7 years after her marriage. In two years of their marriage I was born, they both were happy. We were a happy family but then problem between them started because mom again started taking drugs and that lead to their fights on daily basis. She never cared for me or my father. She would stay High all day, it stays for a year or two like that and my dad stopped fighting with her after that as it was of no use. It was just me and my father all these years, my mother often fought with him when dad wouldn't give her money."

"My dad was facing some problems at his work and wasn't receiving his paycheck on time which was leading to more and more problems. My mother was getting frustrated day by day and used to let her anger out on me or on the things in the house. When she beat me the first time there was a huge fight between my parents and father warned her if she do that again he will throw her out of the house. After that my mother started hating both of us she won't talk to me I was 12 at that time. One day when I came from school I find my mom dead in my house, she died from overdose. I lost her that day to drugs" we both were crying at this point.

"My father was not same after her death, after few years he also died I was 17 and was sent to Foster home. There I completed my studies and left Foster home after my 18 birthday, I found a part time job and went to college. I started living with my friend. I wanted to be someone perfect, perfect for my children and my family. I worked hard day and night finding jobs and I found one for a famous designer but It was not what I wanted, my work was not praised. Mu boss would take all the credits for my work but I had no choice it was paying not too bad then I met your father and we got married he supported me in everything. He helped me in opening my own boutique when he found me struggling. He made me what I am today. I am successful because of my hardwork and my husband support."

"In that race of being perfect for my family, giving my children the best life that I never had. I did the worse, I ignored my children. I am worse then my own mother. I am sorry baby, I am really sorry. I wanted to give you both the best life" she ended up crying. I felt ashamed at myself for saying those things to her and for thinking that way for her all these years.

It is true that everyone has their story which made them the way they are now. No one is born bad, circumstances are what make them the way they are. She wanted a perfect life for us and for her but in that she lost herself.

"I am sorry mom. You don't have to apologise to me. You did what you think is right for us. I am sorry for saying all those things to you" I sobbed in her arms.

"I love you callista you are my little girl whom I wanted to protect from this world. But I forget that  I'm the one who was hurting you the most"

"No mom please don't say that" I said

"You are not angry with me anymore?" She asked me.

"No" I told her and wiped her tears.

"I am sorry for being a brat"

"Thank God my both girls are on better terms now" my dad spoke from the kitchen door. Chris was also standing there with him. They both were smiling at us I think they both heard our conversation.

"I am sorry dad and I am sorry Chris. I shouldn't have behaved the way I did last night" I stood and apologised to both of them. My dad came to me and hugged me.

"It's okay but promise you would come talk to us if you ever think this way again. We all love you never forget that" he said and walked to my mom. Then Chris also hugged me saying he was angry at me first but now he is okay with me. After that we all have wonderful dinner that my mother cooked for us. Finally I got my family back. It seemed like I was the one who was thinking everything in a wrong light I was pointing fingers at everyone blaming them for every bad thing that happened in my life. When in reality I was the only one to blamed for, now I have to get rid of my addiction for good.
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I called Mia when I came to my room, I have to tell her everything that has happened these past days and so I did. I told her each and everything about mu addiction about my feelings for Ryan and about my reconciliation with my mother. She was both angry at happy for me. Angry that I didn't tell her about my addiction and happy that I am finally in love and reconciled with my family. She also blamed herself for not being there for me when I needed her the most that's why I found my solace in drugs but I told her that it was all me. I am responsible for my actions and I will make everything right now. I told her I am going to New York and she wished me luck and hoped that I would come back clean. I told her to meet me before my departure.

"Uhhh actually it's a little difficult" she said a little worried.

"Why ? what happened?" I asked.

"There's a little problem at work but don't worry" she tried to change the topic.

"Tell me what happened?" I asked her.

"Actually our next collection was ready to come this winter, our designs were all ready but someone stole our designs and we are left with nothing. We have so little time to make new designs, it is already over the media that our new collection is about to come in winters but it seems impossible now" she told me.

"And how is mom taking this?" I asked her.

"She is not taking it well, she is working with the designers all night but I don't think it would be possible" she told me dejected.

"Okay cal I have to go, I will try to find some time to meet you, best of luck you can do that" she tried to cheer me but my thoughts were all around that problem.

"Okay bye"

I have to help her in some way but how? I was thinking for a way to help her when I remembered something.

"Yes" I stood and went to my closet to find that file which can help my mom. That file have all my designs that I made for myself but if it can help my mother then what's better than this. I started looking for them everywhere, an hour passed and I was not anywhere near finding them. After a lot more looking here and there I found them in the last drawer.

"Yes here it is" I yelled happily.