Chapter 20 part 1
The weekend was finally approaching, and my dad wasn't progressing. Jay was coming to spend the weekend with me, and In the midst of everything, I had to admit I was a bit excited.
I had agreed to stay at the hotel with him when he arrived. It was going to feel good being away from my parents home for a few days.
I missed my apartment, it had been over two months with me staying with my mom because of the conditions of my dad. I would go like every three weeks, and clean the dust infected areas, throw out old food and pick up new clothes.
But mom had become so accustomed and comfortable with me being there, she was trying to convince me to stay for good.
I can't lie and say the thought didn't cross my mind, especially because of my dad condition but the thought that outweighed all thoughts, was I'm grown now and I didn't want to be living in my mothers house.
I hated to think of the possibility of my Dad not making it, but Shawn had made me realize reality. If he never recovered, my mom would be left by herself.
I mean, Solange would be present but not really there. She's gone all the time at friends homes, and never really wants to be around if it doesn't pertain to my dad. She would be graduating from High School soon and would probably be moving out for good.
So the possibility of staying was stuck in the back of my head.
Thursday routine was beginning, as I drove to the hospital to see my dad. I wanted my mother to come with me but she said she would come by later.
Not that I had an issue with it, I was just beginning to look at her sideways every time I mentioned me going to see my dad.
She always declined.
At first I thought maybe it was too hard for her to handle. But nowadays I felt like she almost didn't care what happened to him.
I visited him the most out of everyone.
Solange would go maybe every other weekend but I was there pretty much every day. I don't even remember the last time my mom has been to see him. The most she would do is call me for the update and tell me to keep her posted.
I hadn't thought anything of it, but I hated the fact that She always had "business" to attend too early in the mornings, then not coming back until late in the night. What was more important than her sick husband?
Driving to the hospital negative thoughts filled my mind about my mother and the things that could have been keeping her occupied that I refused to trust. My mother loved my dad. They were crazy about each other, so I knew surely she wasn't doing anything inconsiderate and insensitive oppose to seeing about her sick husband. Right?
Parking in the parking garage, I began to try and clear my head but in the midst my phone rang and I couldn't help but smile seeing the name flash across the screen.
"Hey you." I gushed answering the phone.
Jay gave me butterflies, and I don't know if it came with making it official or what it was, but in the midst of everything he managed to make me feel good.
It was something so different and refreshing about him than anyone I had ever been involved with. I couldn't identify it other than him being my ex teacher. Or maybe his matured mannerisms. Whatever it was something about him reminded me of my dad. Not in a creepy way, but in a refreshing way.
"Good morning. How are you?" He asked me.
"I'm good. Just made it to the hospital, on my way in. how are you this morning?"
