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043. prom 🪩

evangeline cromwell

Telling my parents I was moving out was harder than I thought it would be. Seeing my ma holding back her tears, seeing my dad's hands shaking from emotions, having to say goodbye to the house I grew up in, and having to pack every memory in the suitcase.

"Sure you don't want any help?" The woman who birthed me said as she put herself on my bedroom bed. She was looking around at the mess I made in trying to pack only the best and most useful things.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I responded as I put my last piece of clothing in the bag. Henry told me not to pack the whole room because we were going shopping afterwards to buy everything we might need. "I'm all done anyway."

"Good, I can't believe my baby is all grown now." This time, Ma didn't bother hiding her tears. She quickly wipes them. "I'm sorry but you've grown so fast."

I bent down to her level, taking her hands into mine, and kissing them gently. "I'll come and visit you often, alright? And I'll call you every day."

I also was crying now. Moving out of this house is like letting a piece of me go. A piece that maybe didn't have everything she needed but was somewhat happy. The girl that met the person who completely changed her life in the best way possible. But this is a step I need to take, to let myself grow.

"Just come whenever you feel the need, Evangeline. But call me every day." Her sentence ends with a small laugh, making me do the same in the process.

My mom was the one who truly understood me. Even though she also was the one who kept me locked up in the house, a part of her always was on my side. She's the reason I got married in the first place.

The girls were right; Henry did come to ask for my mother's permission to marry me. He knew that he and Dad would end up fighting if they were in the same room so he asked for my mother's help.

When they saw the big rock on my finger, Mom happily cried as my father sketched a smile and tried not to have a panic attack, but he said nothing back.

She told me that I needed to have another wedding so they and our relatives could witness our love.

Me and Henry both agreed. We also wanted a real wedding. A wedding where I walk down the aisle with my dad, in the most gorgeous wedding dress, Henry taking the veil off my face, having food and music. Something I've always dreamed of.

"I love you Mom and I'm grateful I have you as my mother." I kiss her hands once again. I kiss the hands that feed me, that raise me, that hold me when I'm scared, that stroke my hair when I was going through my first heartbreak. "I want you as my mom in my next life, too."

Our sweet moment was interrupted by a knock on the open door. In front of it was sitting Dad, with his hands crossed on his chest, smiling at us. "Don't I get invited to the sweet moment?"