chapter one.
POV: Elaine
Today is the day I'd be meeting the boys.
It didn't seem to sink in to me the minute I woke up from my deep slumber. It didn't seem to be real. Just the thought of it endlessly ringing throughout my mind washed emotions on my systems. As I rub the sleep off of my eyes, a smile had been playing on my lips. Today is the day I'd be meeting the boys. And I've been having this thought on repeat.
I went for the door and as I twist the knob, the chill air of December pricked my face. I shivered lightly, rubbing my hands together. I felt like I had to pinch myself a couple of times just so I could wake up to this unbelievable reality of finally seeing my boys in less than eighteen hours. I had been very much effortful in carrying this cloud of positivity with me for I don't want things to get out of hand today. I want this day to be better than the rest, heck, even better than words could ever explain.
I was greeted with the sight of my entire family gathered around the table, wearing their sullen smiles to greet yet another ordinary day. When I caught mom's eyes, I could easily decipher she was tired. I smiled, hoping to at least lighten up the mood.
"Good morning." Dad had said, the words barely coming clear out of his mouth.
"Good morning." I took the seat next to El the same time mom stood up to get me my food. She gently slid my plate containing—"Oh my god!" My smile grew bigger seeing as I'd be having chicken parmigiana to start my day.
"Today's going to be special." Mom returned the gesture.
El pushed his chair away from the table, standing up and headed upstairs, his feet heavier than usual. Dad and I exchanged looks.
He shook his head, his eyes diverting back to his now-empty plate. "Not his day." He stood up as well to wash his plate and the utensils he made use of.
I gave mom a knowing look.
She shrugged. "You know your brother never tells us anything, specially when it comes with his problems."
I feel like my cloud of positivity is starting fade away.
"I think you should go talk to him." Dad called back.
I frown.
It took me a while to finish my meal. I then reminded dad about tonight, his eyes widening, he must have forgotten about it. We agreed on leaving at three in the afternoon.
I had almost brought out everything inside my closet and yet I still don't have a sole idea of what to wear. In desperation of satisfying this special day, I felt like I had to pick the best clothes. Hours went by and I stared blankly at the variety of clothing laying over my bed, piled over the other. I'm not sure which one's the best. Or if really should I always decide upon what is best.
Once I've settled, I feel my spirits rising as I check the clock and there's only a few minutes left until we head out. I gave one last look in the mirror, made sure everything was set, and I was good to go.
I have waited for five whole years to see them,
and now the wait is over.
