So Gone

New Beginnings

New York City, New York

Today is a brand new day. A brand new year. And a brand new city. We recently just moved here two months ago. My dad died from prostate cancer three months ago today. It's been really hard on us. My mother couldn't bare to look at the house that was filled with wonderful memories including my father. She felt lost in the world without her one true love. So she wanted to start fresh somewhere else. I didn't want to move because I'll have to leave my home town, my friends, and lastly my fathers gravestone. I felt leaving is the worst mistake because I wouldn't be close to him.

Tuesday November 1, 2016
"Baby get up," my mother cried loudly. When the doctor told us that none of the treatment is working. I took a step back onto the wall, slowly sliding down. I pulled my legs against my chest, and wrapped my arms around my ankles. I lowered my head to my knees and began to cry a storm. My mother kneeled down to my level and rested her hand on my knee. She rubbed my back reassuring me that everything is going to be fine. How is everything going to be fine, nothing will ever be fine. I hate it when people says everything is going to be fine. It's such bullshit. "No it's not mom," I hiccup. She hugged me and buried her face into my neck. I looked up to the doctor and said," you're suppose to fix him you said he can survive and you lied to me you lied to us," I yelled with so much anger I had balled up since the beginning. I didn't mean to get angry with him. I'm not in the right state of my mind and I needed to yell at someone. "Calm down baby," my mom eyed me. I was causing a scene. I mugged everyone who looked my way. I bet if their father or loved one is dying they would've acted the same way. "You can go see him now," he said. He added before leaving "I'm really sorry,". My mom helped me up off the floor.
We walked into his hospital room. We seen plenty vases filled with beautiful flowers with a get well card in it from our church. I hate seeing him here defenseless. I questioned myself daddy you won't leave me right and smiled to myself . He wouldn't leave he can fight this. He's a strong and good man. I believe in him, we all do. "Hey baby," my mother croaked. She stood before him caressing his face. I decided to sit in the comfortable chair to his left. I wiped my tears off my face. "You can fight this babe," she mumbled. My mother began to cry for the billionth time today. I got up from my seat and hugged her from behind. The machine begin to beep rapidly. I hold onto her with a grip so she wouldn't fall down. "I have to ask you to leave," the nurse stammered. I tried to pull my mom out the room behind me, but she wouldn't budge. "C'mon mom," I tried to persuade. She stood there shaking. One of the doctors had to to pick her up bridal style and sat her in the sitting room. I followed behind him. He rushed back to the room. It's been an hour and no report back on my dad. My mom hasn't spoken one word since then. She gotten up and began pacing back and forth. It's driving me crazy. "Mom can you please sit down," I asked nicely. She looked my way and sat down next to me. I mouthed a thank you. We seen a doctor coming our way and we instantly gotten up. "How is he," my mother asked worriedly. "I'm sorry," is all she said. "Mommy daddy's gone," I cried on her shoulder. "I know baby," she hugged me crying onto my shoulder.

Present day
Sunday January 1st, 2017

"Majoli," my mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I rolled over to my nightstand to see what time it was. I groaned out of frustration. It's currently 7 o'clock in the morning. I rubbed the sleepiness off of my eyes. I laid out like a starfish at the very bottom of the ocean for at least 10 more minutes. "Maj don't let me come up there," she yelled once again. I decided to get up and take a shower. I gather my belongings and shut the door behind me. I did my hygiene and daily routine, then wrapped a towel against my wet body. I put on the outfit I laid out. And headed down stairs. While walking down the stairs the aroma of fresh pancakes filled my nostrils. I kissed my mom on the cheek and took a seat at the table. "Mom this look delicious," looking down at my plate licking my dry lips. The usual cinnamon pancakes with whip cream on top. "Thanks mom," I grabbed the syrup and begin to pour some on my pancakes. "You're welcome honey," she turned her back away from the oven and smiled at me. During my father death somehow my mother and I relationship grown. We decided my dad wouldn't want us to mourn over him, but to live life to the fullest. So that's what we plan on doing. "What are your plans today," I moaned from the delicious pancakes. My mom is at the sink washing the dishes. "Well I have to go to the store to get some groceries," she answered with a confused look plastered on her face.
"Can I come," I begged. "Sure I can use the extra help," she smiled returning to the dishes. After eating I helped wash, rinse, and dry the dishes. Then I went up stairs to get my coat, gloves, hat etc from my closet because it's winter season. The best season of them all. My mom sat in the car waiting for me. I put on the alarm before locking up. I ran to the car. "It's colder than a witches tit," I took off my gloves to put them in front of the heater. "Maj that's not funny," she playfully hit across my chest before pulling out of our driveway. I mentally laughed. We've been here for two months we really don't know the city that well. I reached into my pocket to retrieve my phone, but it's not there. I cursed profanities under my breath. I buckled my seat belt and sat back looking out of the window. New York is indeed beautiful, I still couldn't get over how aesthetic it is. We arrived at the grocery store. When I was little I'll say I was kid I use to take the cart and push it to a direction and put both of my feet on the bar, and ride like I'm on a skateboard. It be so funny when your parents would scowl at you for your actions and then whoop my ass later. I began to think of my dad. I begin to grow sad because this will be the first year without him. I quickly remembered he want us to be happy not sad. She parked in a parking spot and cut the engine. I put my gloves back on and opened my door. I waited for my mom by her door. "Lets go," she begin to walk inside. I grabbed a cart and followed behind her. We grabbed a some items and waited in line. I picked up a magazine at the stand and begin to skim through it. I found out Donald trump the president was even more of an asshole. Tell me something I didn't know already. "Maj put that down and help," I sighed and put down the magazine where I got it from. I unloaded the cart and then I seen him. He was so god damn beautiful. damn I smiled and then I remembered I wont see him ever again. He was right behind me in line waiting like everyone else. He looked like he was my age. "What you smiling for," my mom asked me being nosey as usual. "Nothing," I looked away from him. The cashier wished us to have a good day we returned the gesture. We made it back to the car and put the food in the backseat. My mom started to start the engine and backed out onto the street. Damn I might not see his fine ass ever again. Oh well I'll live.
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