Big Mistake

"All Broken Promises"

"Emotional and mental distortion, even physical, can tear a person from limb to limb. In order to cure themselves, they must resort to a measure of self guidance and acceptance." -Yamesia

"Alright... thank you so much Doctor Gladys. Me and my family really appreciate it." Piera finished her conversation on the phone and hung up.

She had gotten a call from Redwood's Memorial Hospital regarding her sister, Precious, and what caused her untimely death.  Even though her and Precious had their differences in how they raised their children, she still maintained a great relationship with her.

With all of the things they had done and said to Isaac up until the day she passed, Piera made it a mental note to mind her own business, including keeping her husband, Luke, and two sons, Marvin and Evan, from saying anything they'll probably regret down the line.

Paris had been locked in the guest room all day long, ignoring her cousins and aunt as they continued to try and get her from inside of the room.

"Mama." Marvin called out to his mom as he made his way over to her.

Piera was seated on the couch, rubbing her left temple with her left hand.  She was becoming frustrated with the way Paris was proceeding to act, especially since she was suppose to be on a "vacation" to relieve her stress.

"Yes son?" Piera answered to her son as he sat next to her.

Marvin was a slightly darker version of Piera and Luke.  With possessing his father's curly, light brown hair, and his mother's round face, he resembles the both of them put to together.

Not wanting to talk to his mother about a private matter in English, he decided to speak to her in Spanish, the third language their entire family learned together. 

Meanwhile, Paris was standing in front of the bedroom mirror examining the new pair of dashing bags hanging below her eyes.  Rolling them, she began hearing foreign language talk and immediately recognized the language as Spanish. 

She knew it had to be her cousin Marvin and her aunt Piera speaking in private.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes once more. "Really? They could've chosen a language I haven't studied yet."

Since the guest room was closer to the living area, she knew their was a wall blocking it and that the hallway light was off and the new floorboards were squeak proof, she decided on eavesdropping.

When she got to the corner of the doorway leading to the living room, Marvin and Piera were still conversing in Spanish.

"She needs a new resort... and I believe I have the solution to that." Marvin told Piera.

"And what is that, boy? 'Cause a lot of things you suggest end up being the things people need to stay away from." Piera told her son, earning a slight chuckle from him.

"Wow... no mama! You know the poetry party that's tonight?" He asked her.

"Mhmm, yeah I heard about it. What? You're trying to get her to participate?"

Oh shit, no. Paris thought to herself. My book is in the basement anyway.

It's been a long time since she's even written a poem, or even read a book of poetry. She was surely nervous that she would need more than a few hours to come up with a good poem to present.