~Aspyn's POV~
The worst part about the drama with my mom is that my brother and dad didn't know. I always asked myself: Should I tell them, or should I let my mom? They soon found out as my mum told them. It's 8:30 A.M. and we overslept. I didn't want to wake Imogen. So I just fall back asleep again.
I wake up again at 9:30 A.M. I spank Imogen hard on her ass. She flies off my bed and she tries to collect herself. She gets up in her knees so she is level with me. "Never, wake me up. Ever!" He hair is messy and frizzy. I can't help but laugh at her hair and attitude.
We go downstairs for breakfast. And my brother is cooking? I don't want to be rude—Imogen sits down and stares at it. I look at her. She glares at me. She's still looking at it. She picks up a fork and stuffs her face with waffles. And fruit. And she puts a crap ton of salt on her hash browns. "Oh, screw it!" She eats one plate. I sit down slowly, still looking at her as she stuffs her face with food. I have two pieces of toast and two strips of bacon. We finish our food.
Since we already got up late, we decided not to go to school today. Instead, I've decided to take Imogen to see my mom. We've got to dress warm since it's freezing all the time and we live in Vancouver, Canada. She went back to her house to put on something warm. We thought it would be better if I wait for her in front of her house and then keep walking.
I reach her house. Her mom invites me inside for a cup of tea. I come inside and slowly sip the scolding hot drink. Imogen takes forever to get ready. Her mother wasn't as chatty this time. Maybe that was just because I was a new face. Imogen stomps down her hallway, I can hear it from the other end of the house. "Ready?" I ask loosing my patience.
"Yes." She starts to follow me out the door. "Wait." What now? She hugs her mom and then quickly waves goodbye before she joins me outside.
"Are you ready now?"
"Mm-hm," she nods her head. We start walking to the hospital. It's only about a twenty minute walk from Imogen's house.
"You know my mom always talks about you." I giggle.
"Really?" She giggles too.
"Yup."
"Well I can't wait to formally meet her." I can't wait either. It would help my mom out a lot knowing I'm less depressed and somewhat happy. I've missed my mom so much. We walk occasionally saying somethings to each other, but no actually conversation. When ever I walk out here, I never get to enjoy all of the gorgeous scenery. It's so beautiful at this time of year. Spring changing to summer. There's no blossoms on any of the trees, yet. But that's only because it's so goddamn cold.
We arrive at the hospital and check in. I tell the nice woman behind the counter thank you, and I walk to my mom's room with Imogen right behind me. I slowly open the door to see if my mother is awake or not. She's awake. She sees me and tells me to come in. "I brought a friend if that's okay with you."
"Of course it is honey." She sits upright in the hospital bed. My brother and dad now know that mother is sick. She told them right after she told me. I made them go see her and I forced her to tell them. Due to the chemotherapy, she's started to loose chunks of her ash blonde hair, here and there. But she's still flawless. I wish I was as beautiful as her. Imogen enters the room, she's timid and shy.
"Hi Mrs. Allan." She waves, her hair hiding her face.
"Please call me Joanna. It's nice to meet you Imogen. Aspyn's very happy to have you as a friend. You know she's never really ever had a friend before, did you?"
"Mom, she's probably aware. We've been friends for months now."
"And yet, this is the first time I'm formally meeting her!" My mothers laugh echoes throughout the room. I haven't heard her laugh in a while. Probably because I haven't seen her in a while. Oops, I guess I should probably visit more often. Yes, I'll try to visit twice a week—three times if I can. Imogen and my mom make small talk. I sit on the edge of my mom's bed looking at a magazine while they chatter away.
Visiting hours are up and I barely spoke to my mom. But that's just us. We're distant but not too distant. We don't want to invade on each others personal space. It's nice though. I still tell her everything. She's like the bestest friend I've ever had. Excuse my grammar. No don't excuse my grammar, that's all I can say to explain how much my mom means to me. She's the only friend I've ever had, until now at least. Well, besides my brother, but I don't tell him everything. Imogen is a good friend, but I don't open up to her like I do with my mom. With Miles it's different we have to be open with each other, but not as much as we'd like to. There's a lot about our pasts that we don't know about each other.
Imogen and I walk home. She walks into her house and I wave goodbye after she does. I keep walking straight and then I turn and then I keep walking straight. I get me at around seven o'clock. It's almost pitch black outside. I missed dinner but I'm not that hungry. I walk up to my room, and sit on my fluffy bed. I grab my phone and text Miles. I text with him for about an hour about life and about nonsense. When I leave him, I put on some pajamas too tired to shower tonight. I climb into bed and start reading my book. I get tired after reading only two chapters. I put my bookmark in and close it, and I take off my glasses. I shut off my lamp and quickly doze off.
A little filler of Aspyn and her mom, just because it's almost Mother's Day! Make Mother's Day special for your mom, even if your mad at her. Hope y'all didn't get bored of this chapter. Comment and vote. --Rosemary🌹
