Truly Yours | J. Cole

Truly Yours

"Just ignore it," I said to myself as I locked my favorite necklace around my neck.

The necklace was my favorite - because it was a gift from my grandmother years ago. My grandmother was my best friend, and the only person who truly understood me.

My cellphone continued to ring as I quickly threw my jet black hair up into a pony tail. I was running late for an interview that I had scheduled in 20 minutes, and my chances of getting there on time wasn't looking too good. I had been patiently waiting for a call back, and I finally received one.

If I missed this interview I would be crushed.

I was currently unemployed, and the opportunity of making fourteen dollars an hour doing something I loved, which was taking care of children with disabilities, would be a blessing.

I smoothed out my white, freshly ironed shirt as I grabbed my purse and finally - my still ringing cell phone.

The name 'Claire' was clearly visible on the screen of my iPhone 5, and my stomach automatically dropped. Somehow, I already knew what she was calling for. Claire was my older sister, and we did not get along what so ever.

Claire was the ideal perfect person, and I must say that I was a bit jealous of her. Claire was the chairman of a fashion headquarters located in downtown Chicago, Illinois, and was married with two beautiful children.

We've both been living in Chicago all of our life, but it seems like all the great opportunity's came to her.

Claire was only two years older than me, but constantly rubbed in my face how much of a better life she had than me. Claire was the clear favorite of our mom, and I was always the 'ugly unsuccessful one'.

That was their reason of explaining why I was a 26 year old woman, and was still single with no job.

Although we do not get along, ever since our grandmother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, it has drawn us closer together. She was in her final stages of life, and although I didn't want to admit it - her last day would be coming any minute.

I ran down the stairs to the front door as I answered my phone. I had approximately 15 minutes to get through traffic and to the hospital for the interview.

"Claire?"

I was answered by silence as I threw my bag into the passenger seat of my 2002 Honda Accord. I clutched my necklace as I felt tears starting to well up.

"It's that time isn't it?"

"Yes. Christina please hurry! She's begging to see you before she .. you know," I heard Claire voice crack as I placed my key into the ignition.

Instead of heading to the hospital for my interview, I was heading to the same hospital but on a different floor - to see my dying grandmother.

As the car started up, a single tear fell from my cheek and landed on my fist that was clutched around my key. Would I even make it there on time?

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Ten minutes later, I was in the elevator making my way to the floor that I was too familiar with. I had been here at least thirty times in the past two months. I made my way past the familiar faces of the nurses on this floor, and rushed to the room as fast I could. When I finally reached the door, I quickly wiped my face free of any tears.

The one thing that my grandmother taught me was to always stay strong, and never let the next person see you at your low. If anything, she shouldn't be the one seeing me with a face full of tears. If she saw my face in the condition that it's in now - she would tell me: