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welcome home" pt.2
the time ticked and hours passed along, with each minute my excitement for my son to ring the door bell lessened.
a pitiful sigh poured from my lips as i poured the red wine into my glass, filling it to the rim before taking a prelonged sip.
was i really overwhelming to the point that he doesn't even want to greet me when he comes home?i understand that i wasn't the easiest parent to be around, a little stricter than others but i always informed him of my reasons.
i almost lost him once and i certaintly didn't want to lose him twice ( perhaps that's my paranoia speaking). when drayton was seventeen and college was approaching, we had our disagreements based on the college he would attend.
i, didn't want him in a different state but he insisted that it would be proper growth for the both of us. eventually, with his continous convincing, we came to a agreement that if he was to go to out-of-state college that i would check up on him once a day for his entire freshman year ( whether it was through text or call).
that went well and our bond was still intact but as soon as sophomore year of college approached, the calls and texts lessened to the point i would only be able to catch him once a month and our calls would barely last thirty seconds.
so yes, i was dissapointed when he would never come home during his breaks. it made me question if i did anything wrong as a mother but i pushed those thoughts away when he began a routine of texting me twice a week.
then suddenly, two months before summer break began, he completely stopped his routine of texting me twice a week and went off the face of earth for a month.
what mother wouldn't have been worried and scared? i was fucking worried to death, begging and praying for just a "hello".
i never called the cops because mariana would always prevent me from doing so, saying that i was being overly dramatic and needed to relax.
later that night, i decided to call him one more last time before listening to mariana and that's when he decided to answer, his words slurred and his background loud.
and if you guessed it? you guessed right, that was the night he told me to fuck off.
ever since that night, i completely fell back and me ,and my son's relationship went downhill.
suprisingly, a week ago, he texted me telling me he was coming out for his summer break and i told him that was great and i couldn't wait to see him.
his sudden change of attitude towards mr was messing with me mentally , questioning and doubting myself, having me reflect on how i raised him.
hence to why i was hesistant on whether i was excited to confront him or not but nonetheless i did want to see him for clarity, in hopes to clear any disliking he might hold against me.
now, it's nearly seven and the dinner i prepped was cold; it was his favorite homemade mac n cheese, collard greens with turkey necks, and sweet yams.
along with his favorite desert of banana pudding-- it's all gone to waste.
finishing the rest of the wine in my cup, i begun to clear the dining table from the decoration i setted up, as well as, putting the food up in containers and then the fridge.
once finished, i turn off the kitchen lights and took a glance at the time on the stove's clock, seeing it was ten minutes to eight.
i pursed my lips together in dissapointment and exited out of the kitchen, noticing the " welcome home" banner was still hanging from the ceiling.
knowing that i wouldn't have the energy to take it down the next following days, i gathered left over strength i had and turned on the lights, searching for my mini stool.
mid-way into my search, the doorbell rang and my eyes widened with anticipation.
not allowing another doorbell to echo through the walls of my house, nearly sprinting to the door and opening it.
though, to my dismay, it's not drayton but a girl?
"excuse me?" i questioned, my eyes squinting slightly to get a good look at the girl who stood back-faced to my front.
then with slowness, they turn around to face me, slipping off the dark shades they had on, their artic-blue eyes staring down at my figure.
" hey mama!" drayton exclaims, brushing past the girl who stood there soundless, taking me into a bear hug.
it took a while for me properly register everything, my attention lingering on the enigmatic girl, my eyes stuttering between her and drayton.
" you ain't gone hug me back?" drayton chuckles, a hint of hurt and confusion laced in his tone before he realizes that i'm disoriented with the person that he brought home.
" oh! my apologies, mama this billie and billie this my mama, fai" he introduces, glancing between the both of us.
billie nods before lowering down her head to his ear (noticeably taller than him as he stood at 5'6) muttering something briefly before standing tall and glancing over at me, gliding her tongue across her bottom lip for moisture, displaying a silver tooth cap shortly.
"alright, see you later" drayton responds, raising his hand to dab billie up but she leaves before she could even acknowledge what he was trying to do.
my eyes remains on her until she's out of sight, my vision steadily returning to my son, a smile approaching my lips as he stares at me with anticipation, the same light he had since a kid remaining in his hazel eyes.
" well..." a breathy chuckle escapes my lips, bringing him into a proper hug this time, savoring it-- not knowing if this will be my last.
" welcome home, son"
author's note:
hello again!
enjoy enjoy!
