The Rose

My mom :/

I have never seen my mom so furious before. Never in my life have I seen her depart from my grandparent's house without saying her "goodbyes."

"Mommy?" I said with teary eyes. She pulled me like a piece of rag. "How dare you humiliate me like that? And you still have the guts to call me 'mommy" she yelled.

We were home within forty minutes. Yes, my mom drove home at a very high speed, I couldn't stop praying for protection. She kept on yelling at me but I didn't hear a thing. She was too loud and I had my own worries at the time.

My mom went to her room, I could hear her yelling from upstairs. After a while she had stopped. I went to check whether she was sleeping or bathing. She was bathing. 'Perfect!' I thought to myself. I took her car keys, opened the front door slowly making sure there wasn't any sound coming from it.

I drove to Jordan's place, she wasn't there. My one and only hope was my father.
Being at the grave yard alone was one of my greatest fears, but at that time, surprisingly, I wasn't feeling afraid at all.

I put my phone on silent just to avoid my mom from interrupting 'us'.
I don't remember a lot about my dad because he passed away when I was still young, neither do I remember things he used to say but one I have never forgotten was:

"My child people of this world aren't trustworthy, especially if it has to do with other people's serious matters. Rather divulge them to a rock instead of a human being. Believe me my child, it will remain a secret for as long as you wish." It never made sense then. What confused me was, 'did he mean a rock or his tombstone' might he have knew he was going to die. I was confused.

I sat by my father's grave and never uttered a word. I cried until I had no tears in me. I wanted to express myself fully to him but I didn't know where to begin. I lied down with my back on the grass and stared at the blue, sunny sky. It was as pretty as a picture, I hoped it could've influenced the way I was feeling.

After a long heavy-hearted time I seized my voice. "Goodbye daddy, your little princess still loves you. I miss you daddy." I glanced at his grave once more then went to the car.
I checked my phone. 12 missed calls
1 from Didi 11 from mommy.
'Great! Just great!' I was a bit afraid of whatever mommy was going to do with me.

I drove straight home. When I went by the kitchen's door my mom was about to open the fridge. I cleared my throat to get all her attention and walked slowly towards her. "Here's your car keys." I handed them to her but she just looked at me and continued with what she was doing. I put her car keys on the table "you'll get them here then. I'll be in my room if you need me."

I read a few chapters of my book and remembered I have to get back to Jordan.
Nel: hey Dudu
Jordan: hi Didi. You good? I hope you are. I'm so worried about you.
Nel: well I'm not but I will be.
Jordan: oh Didi can I come over?
Nel: no! I'm sorry babe thing is there's a lot of tension between me and mommy. Can we talk on Monday?
Jordan: sure. Love you.
Nel: love you bud.

I continued reading my book. My mom came in.
"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'd love to be." I replied.

"Babe I'm sorry about today but I was very disappointed in what you've done."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you really?"

(I put down my book and gave her all my attention.)"I am mama, I didn't mean to but again I couldn't help it. I love Milendra."

"I hear you" (she looked away.)

"So you forgive me mama?"

"I can't, yet! Well I was thinking of sending you to boarding school."

"Gosh! It's ok though. Whatever makes you happy now."

I finished the term at Saint Dominic High and then went Boarding school of my mom's choice, it was 2 hours drive away from home, 45 minutes drive away from Milendra's apartment. It was to my advantage but I guess mommy didn't think of it in that way.

Milendra came to see me at least once a week. She would just watch movies with me and my roomie or we'd go out together. It never mattered what we did, just being with her was what I considered bliss

Natasha was my roommate, she too was in the 11th grade and 17 years of age. She was straight, she said, but turned out to be bisexual.

She knew I was in a relationship but she kept on throwing herself on me. I hated that a lot and had acquainted Milendra about it.
I did all I could to regain my mom's trust.

*Call with mom*
"Hi baby! I hope you are good."

"Yes thanks mama. How are you?"

"I'm good thank you."

"Mama I'm not enjoying boarding school, may I please come back home. I miss you a lot and I miss my friends too."

"No problem hun, only if you promise to behave!"

"I promise! I will behave myself."