Markus got out of the drivers seat with his black worn out leather jacket slung against his shoulder. He had a maroon tight t-shirt and his blond hair was laying on his forehead perfectly. After I parked I ducked down so he wouldn't see me. I did not want to deal with this right now. 'Please don't look. Please don't look.' I kept on repeating in my head.
I guess God was on my side that day, and Markus picked up his daughter and walked back to his car not even glancing in my direction. Thank God.
Markus was my boyfriend for a year and a half. I broke up with him 2 months ago when I realized he was cheating on me, and that girl was pregnant. I cant believe I fell for him. I thought he loved me. Everyone said we were the perfect couple. He was rough on the edges but on the inside....he was still rough on the edges.i just didnt know that, he tricked me into thinking he cared about me. i told him everything, and he just walked away. I hated him with a passion.
I got out of the car and made my way too Children's Love. As soon as I walked through the door, I felt misplaced. The Day Care Center was too corny. I have no idea how Matt spends almost all day in here. The walls were sky blue and checkered multi colored floors, with little children stuff all over the place. This place was too cheerful. I could never work here. At least over the summer he is going to preschool. I know, it is a little weird to have a child going to preschool in the summer, but one of the churches offer it knowing that school is out, so the teenagers might be able to take their siblings while the parents work.
"Hey Mrs. Buchanan." I was greeted by the secretary who was shredding some papers. She wore a warm smile today.
"Hello Kayla! Matt was a really good boy today except for the fact that he had an accident." This was nothing knew to me, Matt has always had trouble holding in his bladder. He never says when he has too go, he never wants to go, and he waits too long to the point of no more holding it in. Mom is trying to help him, but he still doesn't understand that it is okay to go to the bathroom. I think the only reason is because he doesn't want to stop playing.
"Sorry about that." I said sheepishly. "We're working on it."
She gave a light chuckle and stated, "No it's fine. Haha he will learn sooner or later. Matt's in the usual room, you can go see him now."
With that I walked to the hallway Matthew's room was in. I opened the second door on the left, and found a cheerful little boy sitting on the floor playing with lincoln logs. He wasn't really building anything, just moving them around the floor. I sat next to him Indian style and started playing. We worked on a house for the next 10 minutes. I have to admit, it was pretty awesome. "Look Matt! You built a house!"
I didn't think it was possible, but his face seemed even more brighter then it did earlier.
"Can I live in it?"
"No, silly, it is too tiny for you!" I said while roughing up his hair.
"Can I live in it?"
"Matt, It would be impossible for you to fit in it! I bet you couldn't even put your piggy toe in the house." I said teasing him a little.
"Can you live in it?" Matt asked with a smile on his face.
"Your tinier then me bud!" With that I laughed, and started cleaning up. He also lent a helping hand. Once we were done, he waved to some of the other kids, and walked out the door.
"Matt don't forget your stuff." I said pointing to his Cars book bag slung around one of those tiny kid chairs. He ran to where I was pointing, picked his items up and followed me out the door.
"Bye Mrs. Buchanan! See you tomorrow." I waved and held Matt's tiny hand into mine and walked to the car.
Shortly after we arrived to our house. I pulled into the paved driveway and was going to park next to the basketball hoop like I regularly did, but I figured that since it was a nice day outside Matt might want to play, so I parked closer to the road then usual.
It was like he could read my thoughts because his face brightened, and he had that smile smeared across his pale skin. That smile was contagious.
I helped him out of the car "Can we play now!?" He asked while pointing to the basketball hoop.
"No not yet, lets go inside first. I have some homework that I have too do." I said while unlocking the front door, and turning on the light. I went into the kitchen and grabbed two apples, one for me and him. He sat down on the stool and started munching on his apple. I also poured some water then sat down across from him. I grabbed my books, and placed them across the island. I figured that I would take advantage of the quietness and finish my chemistry homework.
"Can mommy live in it?" I gave a confused expression and realized that he was still talking about the lincoln log house.
"Matt I told you before, you can't live in that house, I can't live in it nor can mom. Nobody can unless you were extremely tiny almost the size of a bug. A bug could live in it though." I replied not looking up from my work. He didn't say anything after that. I assumed he was processing it through his mind. Once I finished my Chem and Spanish work, I looked over at him. He was humming to what sound like 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat.'
I find it creepy that so many of the childhood songs I used to sing and once loved were truly about gruesome experiences. Don't even get me started about 'Ring Around the Rosie' What creep would turn that into a kid's song.
"Want to play some basketball!?" I asked, he looked down from the ceiling and into my eyes. He shook his head vigorously. I took that as an extreme yes.
We played for roughly 15 minutes. He beat me again. A little 5 year old beat me, a 17 year old. What was the world coming too. I wasn't playing my best game, nor did I ever when playing against him. It was always nice to see that victory smile on a kid who doesn't have that much to be victorious about. Autism was controlling him, but one thing that his diagnosis would never control, is his smile.
We both were getting tired, and I figured now would be the perfect time to go too Mama Jean's house to bake some of her famous chocolate chip cookies with marshmallow goo.
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