𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 ~ 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒂

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 ♥︎

𝐜 𝐚 𝐦 𝐢 𝐥 𝐚 ' 𝐬   𝐩 𝐨 𝐯 🎬

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"Well, I'd love to hang out sometime." The cashier expressed, walking me to my car.

"I'd really like that, could I have your number by chance?" I asked, opening my trunk and beginning to put in the groceries as she entered her number into my phone.

"I put myself as Sydney in your phone." She said as she handed the phone back to me.

"Perfect. Call you later Sydney, but hopefully see you soon." I smiled at her as she walked back up to the grocery store, waving to me.

When I began driving away, I was at peace as I had finally made a new friend in Bandera. After weeks of being the most disheveled I had ever been, I had gone out and spoke with someone who I didn't screw up my first impression with. 

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"Dad I'm home!" I yelled, trying my hardest to carry all of my groceries in both arms.

"I'm working! I'm sending Wyatt down!" He shouted; the little steps clearly heard coming down the staircase. I huffed as I hauled the bags into the kitchen, Wyatt running between my legs.

"Lovey stop! I'm gonna fall!" I laughed as I nearly tripped setting them down, Wyatt giggling at the sight.

"No Millie, no!"

"Yes Wyatt, yes!" I replied, lifting him into the air and swinging him around.

I sat him on my hip as I quickly put the groceries away and brought him upstairs to his room to play. It's something about playing with Wyatt's little toys that are so incredibly nostalgic. It reminds me of times when it was just the three of us. Me, my mom, and my dad. Not that Wyatt being born was a bad thing, but it's hard to live and experience when you have a two-year-old strapped to your leg 24/7. I love him, with the entirety of my being, but that doesn't mean that every moment is perfect, because it isn't. He cries for my mom or dad, but they're too caught in work to sit back and acknowledge that they have a small son who wants to spend time with them. 

Moving is a big step for Wyatt. He's only little and has already gotten used to our old house and life. Leaving that all behind must be difficult for him and for my parents to not step in can be frustrating at times. I want Wyatt to feel happy and comfortable, and if my parents won't ensure that, then I'll be taking care of it.

"Alright lovey, stay here so I can change for work." I said whilst walking out and changing into my work clothes. The attire for the diner is all black, which I think is boring, but it is what it is, I guess. 

I still can't shake off the events of a few weeks back. The girl's smile faded so fast at my comment. I need to stop making bitchy conversation with customers, but I just don't know about this one. It felt oddly different. I don't blame her for walking out on me, I can't say I would've done anything different. I'm fairly accustomed to being annoyed by customers and having them be bitchy to me, but when the tables turned, I feel like I was taken back. 

As I made my way to Becca's and parked in the parking lot, I briskly walked into the diner to clock in and start my shift. I found that working later hours was better, seeing as I could get by without feeling like I abandoned Wyatt by himself, even though my dad was there.