As I sat in the chair I thought about old memories my mother and I shared. We'd go places so beautiful and explore together. She helped gather the money she could to pay for the college I longed to go to, Yale and I was qualified enough for one of the big league schools. Now she couldn't even watch me graduate. She was always there for me even when I doubted myself. I think she has taken her optimistic trait from Aunt Clarissa. I love her and will miss her but she lived the life she wanted. She was always on the positive side.
Now I don't feel like doing anything. I feel conflicted with my life and all my hopes and goals blew out like wind to a candle on a window seal. Like going to Yale, traveling the world, being positive and living my life to the fullest.
6 hours later, Aunt Clarissa made it to the hospital. I said hi, hugged her, told her everything and left to my house to pack up.
I got to the house, packed up some clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush, etc. and some of my mothers things. I also took some pictures and books.
My aunt was sitting on the couch looking at a photo of her and my mother when they were younger. My aunt has two kids. A six year old girl and a seventeen year old boy. They're nice but always argue over the little things. My aunt was middle-classed but liked old stuff.
I cleared my throat to let her know I was ready. "Oh! Are you ready to go? It's ok if your not." She said wiping the tears from her eyes. I hesitated but then I ran over to her, tears coming down my face and pulled her into a hug. "Oh it's ok." She said sniffling. "Now I'm ready." I said trying to smile and sound more accurate. We both looked around the house, capturing a last glimpse of the house, taking in the memories we all had. I didn't have to leave the house right away but I couldn't and didn't want to stay. Aunt Clarissa called up a taxi to take us to the airport and I called up one of my mother's dearest friends, Davis, who happened to be a relator, told him I'm selling the house so he could do whatever with it.
Once in the airplane I went straight to sleep hoping to wake up with a better mood.
Aunt Clarissa woke me up. We have landed and there was a bright light shining through the airplane window. I looked at my phone. It was 7:00 in the morning. Although five hours of sleep made me feel a lot better I still was heartbroken from yesterday.
YOU ARE READING
Give me the time
RomanceKassie, a girl with a bright mind focused on her work in a good town. She loves her life there but soon she has to leave because her mother died trying to fight cancer. She moves in with her grandmother but she leaves her hopes for getting into a go...