The Truth About Nora Jones

An emotional need

After that moment of hugs and emotional support, my father, my grandparents and I are driving to my grandparent's... Nobody's happy enough to talk. There's nothing to talk about without causing drama, really...

Nora, I didn't know you felt that way about your mother's death.... says my father to break the awkward silence

...It's not your fault at all.... I respond in a small voice, trying to sound confident, even if I can't.

My father looks up to me with a concerned expression, both of his eyebrows are raised. My grandparents prefer staying out of this family conversation as they look outside the blurry window. I can hear them whispering to themselves words like "She doesn't look okay" or "I wish I knew how that felt"...

You're wrong all the way, Nora, I should've noticed it earlier...I should've been here for you... my father frowns while entering the driveaway

I let out a sigh, as I can feel my grandmother's reassuring gaze behind me. I wish I had something more to say to that. But I don't. As I feel all that pity on my shoulders, my father announces me that I'll live temporarily at my grandparents. I can't help it. I guess that's for me a choice that I have to take. My father parks the car and opens my car door, as I walk in the parking lot.

You're looking all pale and thin. Come, you need some sleep more than ever...he argues as he gently grabs my hand, entering the building with my grandparents following me...

The walk towards their apartment is long. A long road was ahead of us, even if it was about 300 meters, I felt like my heart stopped pounding. Every step I made was a huge effort. Every single step made me feel like I was going to die. But we manage to finally enter the apartment... As my father leads me in my new bedroom, I can't help but feel helpless. Father stops walking and looks up at me.

Would you prefer staying alone, Nora? I mean, you must feel exhausted... he adds in a worried tone while nodding: Yeah, I don't even know why I'm asking that...

He leaves the room, closing the door behind me. A slight smile starts covering my cheeks. I'm glad my father was conscious about me wanting some alone time. I stare at the floor for a while after laying on the bed. Without noticing, I sob a little as my mom's positive figure appears in my wildest thoughts. Which makes me stop crying. I gently close my eyes, covering myself with the blankets as I fall asleep...