Kaysly's POV
After my final exam which started at 6 in the morning to 12 in the afternoon, I started packing up for the break. I was filled with joy just thinking about going back home and seeing my mom and dad, and baby brother Israel. He is 11 months now and next year on January he will be turning one. I already feel bad about not seeing him take his first steps; I can’t wait to see him when I come back.
I'm imagining how it will be like when I come home. I'll probably smell chicken pot pie being made, my favorite. My mother with Israel in her hands, and my dad in his special tie that he wears for special occasions, coming with open arms to welcome me back home. I'll see a naked Christmas tree by the fireplace, ready for me to decorate with my family. The smell of the cinnamon broom planted in the middle of the living-room giving off fumes spreading all throughout the house.
I imagine my dad's old radio playing Christmas songs all day and night, it gets annoying hearing the same old songs playing, but it's refreshing every morning.
These years our family and friends are coming down to visit. I can't wait seeing all my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandma, and grandpa. This is the only time of year we can see each other, everyone schedules are always tight any-other days.
I wonder if Hayley’s still around, I haven't heard from her since are big brawl last week. I won't say goodbye. I don't want to be the big person when all I can see is the big picture that she went behind my back and dated Matthew without asking me how I would feel. I have a lot of forgiving to do.
When I think about it now I wonder what it was between me and him. I thought I did love him, I thought he was the picture-perfect-husband-soon-to-be. I thought he had everything that I was looking for in a man; I mean what is there not to love? It still really hurts thinking about it...
Every time I think of what we had been through; I and Matthew were friends since middle school. And now that we went out and he broke up with me, I'm sad that we couldn't still continue our friendship, but things don't ever workout like that with your ex's.
It hurts deeply, like someone has grabbed my heart and kept twisting it inside of me.
Once I finished packing, I started loading my luggage into my car and when the trunk got full I had to stick a few in the back seat.
I grabbed the last thing that I needed, which was my school bag. I walked across the parking lot to my car, but before I got in and made my way back home, I spotted Matthew and Hayley together.
He was helping her put her things inside of her car. He held her around his arms and she laid her head on his chest. Even though I didn’t hear what he said, I knew by the movement of his mouth that he said, “I love you.” She smiled brightly and they gazed in each other’s eyes like it was just only the two of them in the world. He leaned in to kiss her and a shrieking sound escaped from me mouth. I ducked in between cars and as my bottom hit the hard concrete ground I could feel my heart racing. Tears swarm my eyes at the pain of seeing them two together.
I wanted to get over him, but I hated seeing him with another girl. Before I embarrassed myself even more I crawled around to the driver’s side and got inside my car.
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I was 15 minutes away from home and although I was texting my mother this I didn’t get a response from her. I wanted to redeem myself from the last time I unexpectedly visited. I wanted to tell her everything, and now that I waited so long I have even more to tell her.
I pass by the street where Zachary use to live. The train passed by and I got a flashback from the time I saw his car smashed into pieces by the train. The house was up for sale, and I could understand why. Seeing the train pass by every day and knowing that your son was killed by one, isn’t something you should be reminded of every day. And then there was Caden’s house. I saw his parents cars parked right in front of their house and the lights were on.
When I reached my street, I parked my car and started getting some of my luggages. I grabbed two, one for each arm and my school bag. I get my spare keys to open the door and although I was struggling I managed. I cleared my throat and yelled out,
“I’m home.” I say in a fake, happy tone. I look up and I see Caden in the living room sitting with my parents. My father’s face expression looked disappointed, and my mother, worried. It was silent for a moment as I dragged everything inside the house. “Hey … Kaysly,” Caden finally says, his eyes filled with joy?
“Welcomeback.”
Matthew 6:14-15For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.
Psalm 30:2
“God, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together. God, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out.” (The Message)
