At the motel room in the middle of nowhere by the little kitchen sink stands a woman full of hope. She has clung to this moment since she hatched this ridiculous plan.
She knew just how ridiculous this was as she was completely sound of mind. She wanted to show her daughter just how sorry she was about her breakdown, and how much she wanted her to grow up with a mother and father.
Her husband would never forgive her now. He has forgiven too much, he has come to visit, always bringing pictures but never the real thing. Her daughter asleep on one of the twin beds blond hair splayed across her face. More the angel she could ever be in pictures. Real, tangible.
This is what she has missed out on for 10 long years! And what her daughter has grown up without.
The young girl had said nothing in the car. No panic evident within her tight smile. Only nervousness. She had left her not wanting to explain why she had essentially kidnapped her own daughter.
She was ashamed but not regretful. Her daughter Emily was with her and that is ultimately what would matter when she died in the next month.
She needed this. She needed her daughter to know her and to remember her when she left the earth. Whether it be good or bad she needed to be remembered for something other than poisoning and entire grade of children.
"My mom packed PB& j today, my favorite"
"My mom only gave me a cupcake, how does she think a growing kid eats so little!"
8 year old Emily sat idly by as her friends chattered around her about gossip and the latest news in their lives. For some reason she was still stuck on these sentences.
If her mom where home, she often had these fantasies, she could see herself in the kitchen after school telling her about her day animately, Mary had PB&j can you make that for me tomorrow? Or maybe I would complain. But now I never get to tell them about my food, because my mom hadn't packed it my dad had. And he was a wonderful cook.
I always had the best lunch, my dad went to cooking 101 night class after my mom left. Always considerate and trying to make up for the emotional damage inflicted upon a young girl by her damaged mother.
Still stuck on the sentences of earlier she says out loud "I am glad my dad packed me lunch and not mother"
Bewildered by her sentence the 2 girls could only stare, knowing it was a joke, but not wanting to laugh out of astonishment. It is the first time in 2 years that Emily has spoken about her mother and it had been in a joking manner.
The pain in her eyes spoke to the other 2 girls and they immediately embraced the teary eyed Emily.
Her best friends even to this day. Would they try to find out what happened to her, or would they simply wait and see when she comes back wat has happened.
Emily was trying to make small talk with her mother, "um... The weather is nice..." Actually the weather was horrible, rain was pelting down on the motel room window, completely drowning out the sounds of the sitcom on tv. But what do you say to someone who you have been waiting to talk to for 10years. "When the rain lets up we can leave for the cabin, it will take a few more hours to get there" my mom states nervously. "I'm gonna try rest up before driving again."
She turns around and pulls the blankets over herself.
