3 am in the morning--------------
"Mika wake up, please baby." I heard my mom whisper in my ear. UGH! She soo picks the wrong time to make me get up
"Please baby girl get up, I need you" the pleading in her voice made my heart hurt and forced me to wake up completely. I looked at the clock and it screamed out to me 12:00 am. Ugh!
"Yes ma" I whined but looked at her cautiously. She looked so scared and alone, I looked at the sharp needle in her hand, and I noticed that it was filled with that vile liquid. I wanted to cry, for the first time in along time I could see that she really didn't want this. she wanted my older brother to be home with us instead of in Iraq. She wanted things the way they used to be with her and my father. She wanted things to be normal between me and her. But sadly as of right now, it didn't look like normal was going to happen anytime soon.
"Yes mommy" I repeated looking at her, I watched as she placed her needle on my nightstand, and pulled me into her arms. Laying my head on her chest, I felt her body shake as she broke into sobs, my eyes watered and the tears started to flow.
"Are my girls OK?" I heard my dad's deep voice in my doorway and I felt my mom shake her head in response. My dad wrapped his arms around us and we cried together.
"I'm so sorry. I just wish life was normal again." My mom apologized "baby you can't run that club anymore, and our baby girl can't work for you anymore" she said her voice thick
"It's our only source of income as of now baby; I promise it will be over soon" my dad reassured us
"I just want Michael back home" I whispered
"We do too baby girl, we do too" my dad said
These two most beautiful souls that stood in my doorway at 3 o'clock in the morning were my parents. They are the people who had my interest at heart. They are the people who just like me, wish that my brother was home. Finally at this moment I wasn't walking, living, and breathing in the same house with two "strangers", God had answered my prayers, I had my parents back. My mother loosened her grip on me and kissed my forehead. I lay back down in my bed, my mother crawled next to me and my father lay on my other side, promptly placing me in the middle.
"You two are my girls; you both mean the world to me. If I was to ever lose either of you I know for a fact I would die" my dad said breaking the silence.
"I love both of you and I know that these last couple of years haven't been to great but I promise you that I won't be addicted forever, and Mikalynn you won't have to strip any longer because, I'll start working again. I promise" my mother said.
"I'm tired" I whispered and they chuckled, both placing soft kisses on my cheeks
"Good night" I heard my mom whisper before I fell into a peaceful sleep.
7: 30am-------------
I awake to find two things, one that my bed is empty and that I'm very hungry. Following the delicious smell of food, I find myself in the kitchen.
"Good morning" I said with a smile, my dad was sitting at the table surfing the net on his laptop and my mom was at the stove making eggs and cheese. My favorite!
"Morning muffin." My mom smiled, using the nickname she used to call me as a child.
"Morning baby girl." My dad smiled at me showing off his dimples. I smiled back at them both; I had a feeling that today was going to be a good day. My mom placed a plate full of eggs and cheese, and bacon in front of us. She also sat a huge stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. My father and I looked at her in awe, she definitely wasn't high right now.
"Take a picture it'll definitely last longer." She joked with a light rosy blush on her cheeks. We ate in silence for a second, all of trying to savory the moment and the food. My dear old dad decided to break the silence.
"Kiss me" He demanded looking right at my mom, his voice huskier than it was a few seconds ago. OH LORD! Not now, not while I'm trying to eat.
"Oh my." My mother gasped but nonetheless planted a chaste kiss on his lips. I playfully gagged breaking them from their "sweetheart" moment. We all burst out into a fit of laughter.
"I'm going to get help today." My mom said as we finished breakfast and began cleaning the table.
"Wow, that's great babe!" my father exclaimed looking at her in awe. Me on the other hand, the cat took my tongue and was now running down the street with it. I was speechless...
"What do you think muffin?" my mom's eyes told me she was feigning for my response.
"Wow..I..whoa" Just like that the uncontrollable laughter began, I laughed until I cried. My parents just wrapped their arms around me and started laughing too. We laughed for like 10 whole minutes, and I felt good when it was all over.
"So how long will it take for treatment to be complete." My dad asked my mom, while we all sat cuddled together on the couch. Today is Friday and we have absolutely nothing to do but watch the cooking channel and talk.
"Well, I called Doctor Martinez this morning at 8 while you guys were sleeping. She told me that she couldn't say exactly when but anywhere from 1 to 3 years."
"Why so long?" I spoke up and they stared at me like I was a science experiment or something. I chuckled and that broke them out of their reverie.
"Oh well, the time slot includes me getting healthy and back to being a doctor full time"
"Ohhhh" I said in understanding and shortly after my vision returned back to the television. My parents kept on talking but I zoned them out. I was thinking about the good news for the most part but in the back of my mind I was thinking about the guy from the club & diner. I got up but was stopped by my mother's voice
"Where are you going muffin?"
"Uh, just going to clean my room."
"Yea baby girl, sounds like a good idea." My parents laughed and I childishly stuck my tongue out at them which made us all laugh. Finally, getting to my room I lock the door and actually clean up. Whoa, I have a lot of stuff!
1 HOUR later---
Sitting in the middle of my bed, with my legs in a pretzel shape. My eyes repeatedly ran across the small piece of paper that said 215-698-5053, it was his number. Sighing I began dialing his number.
"I knew you would call eventually." he chuckled making me chuckle
"Oh you did?"
"Mimi?"
"Hm?"
"Did I ever tell you my name"
"No, even though I never actually asked." I whispered
"Well my name is Trey and why are we whispering" I laughed because, I didn't know either.
"I don't even know." I was now laying on my bed twirling my hair on my finger
"I wanna take you on a date." wow he's bold
"OK" Oh you dunce, is that the best you come up with?!
"6 tomorrow?" what's today Friday...so tomorrow's Saturday so that means no work! yayy!
"OK, I'll text you my address"
"Great, see you later"
Oh gosh what the hell did I just agree too?
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