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neveah lux parker september 14, 2024
021. suffering (real life)
Im restricted from doing a lot of stuff now.
And i hate it. Every time i go to practice and watch my teammates play, i get instant fomo. It's really bad. and the pains... my knee always starts hurting during the night and my knee is swollen all the time. i hate to even look at it.
I'm out for the entire season. meaning i won't be able to be able to contribute to getting the natty this year.
New York has bad luck, and yes in saying that just because i tore my acl over there. you wont see me over there ever again.
The girls have been going to practice often, which makes me really lonely. I can't even talk to my brother because he still doesn't have his phone and i really miss him. the only solution to this is for me to call my parents and ask to talk to him.
But i don't want to do that.
Because then i'll have to talk to them, and i dont want to do that. But for my brother, i guess i'll do it. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and went to my mother's contact pressing the FaceTime button.
I highly doubt she's gonna answer but fuck it.
It rang like 4 times before she answered. Her light face popped up, I could see the resemblance of us. i used to always hate when people would say i looked like my mom. but i guess it's true.
"Yes Vaeh?" She greeted. damn, no 'hey daughter how are you feeling?' rude asf.
"Where's my brother?" i asked immediately.
"Upstairs. he just got home from practice." She answered, "you haven't been sitting on your ass all day right? your knee won't get better if you don't get up and move." Porsha said. ho is you a doctor? i think not.
"Mama, my acl is torn completely. i have to get surgery in order to fix it. me walking around is not gonna fix that. you are not a doctor." i rebutted, my eyes and forehead was in the camera but you could see how scrunched up my face was.
"Oh well, still." Porsha shrugged one shoulder, "I'm your mama. you're should be listening to me. i know what's best for my children."
"Do you? Do you really?"
"Yes I do. i don't know what you're trying to say here but keep the slick comments to yourself." she argued. this is exactly why i did not want to call this woman.
