She took a pause before she could speak, as if she didn't want to upset me. "Jane, I have three other children and a husband" she said in the tone as if she didn't want to upset me. All I could feel was shock surrounding me, as if someone punched me in the stomach. "How old are they?" I said trying to not sound too upset.
"One just turned a year old, another one is three and the oldest is a five years old" she smiled as she spoke (probably thinking about thinking about them).
I smiled back, but that was just to make her feel better, although I felt as if I didn't know her anymore. "Are you ok?" She asked with a bit of worry. "Yeah, what's your husband's name?" I asked quite coldly but interested. "John, he's incredible, you'll love him" she said with excitement.
"Cool, what about your children's?" I asked
"The baby is a girl is named Lola, the three year old is a boy and his name is Jack and the oldest is another girl name Stella" she said with a little bit of discomfort. "Will I get to meet them tonight?" I asked 'still' coldly.
"Uuuuummm......no, they are on vacation in Hawaii, but they're coming back tomorrow morning". "Why didn't you go?" I asked. "Unfortunately, I work. I'm a lawyer". The server brought our chocolate milkshakes over and I started drinking mine, but she didn't, as if she was thinking about things. "So, are they nice?" I asked. She laughed for a few seconds then smiled, "they're cheeky, very cheeky, but they're only little so it doesn't really matter, you'll love them though, they're so cute". Then positivity came out of my mouth...
"I bet they are! I'm excited to meet them!"
"Great!" She said sounding even more excited.
After that, it still was a fun night, but just not 'as' fun, because I hated thinking of my mom as 'another mom' as if she isn't even my mom anymore. I was still a little bothered by that conversation and it in general. We ordered huge dishes of spaghetti and ate, but barely talked, as if we were thinking about a lot of things. At around eight o'clock we drove home, it was only ten minutes away.
She had the nicest house! It was almost mansion like. With these giant pillars from the roof and this beautiful open kitchen, it was the nicest house I've ever been in!
"This is an incredible house! I love it!" I said with amazement. She laughed then said "thanks". She paused then said "So, you'll be sleeping down stairs, is that ok?"
I felt as if I really didn't want to so, I asked "can I sleep in one of your children's beds? Just tonight?"
She paused, sighed and then said "I'm really sorry Jane, they don't like when other people sleep in there beds, sorry". I know that wasn't that big of a deal, but my heart still dropped.
My mom hesitated again and then said "I'll make the couch really comfy for you tonight, just as we will be sorting out the room situation, you'll be down here". "Ok, thanks" I said trying to not sound too disappointed.
About an hour later, I was getting ready to go to bed, and then I heard the phone ring. My mom answered it then sighed. I couldn't hear much, but I could hear something about me...
"She's my daughter! She deserves to be in our house!" And also said "come on, she's a child, you shouldn't expect her to hurt any of our children! Besides, like I told you... She's my child!".
My heart dropped 'again' as she said those comments about me, as if it was a problem that I was in their house. So that night, I fell asleep feeling guilty...
I remember not dreaming about anything, just like a plain canvas. In the morning, I was woken at seven from my mom turning on the coffee maker. She seemed rather stressed or upset for some strange reason, probably from the phone call last night.
"Mom?" I asked with curiosity.
"Good morning! Are you alright?" She asked.
"Not really..." I said coldly.
I could tell that she was shocked by what I said but she continued and then asked...
"Why?"
"Because I overheard you talking with John about him having a problem with me living here, well at least that's what I think, is this true?" I said acting as if I had just gone mad last night and as if I didn't hear anything.
"What!? No! Not at all! Where would you get that idea from?! I didn't even talk to John last night!" She says with an overreacting tone, then adds a forced/fake smile to really try and make me believe that never happened.
"Ok, maybe I was just imagining things" I said, but surely knew that the phone call did happen last night.
"Yeah, I think we were both very tired last night". Them adds another forced smile.
Right before I could say another word, I see a family-sized mini van pull up on the drive way.
My mom then began to smile a real smile and then yelled "they're here! My family's finally home!"
As if I'm not like her very first daughter of anything... I thought sarcastically.
I didn't know whether I should've been excited or upset that they were here...
