day 7

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I was upset no that's not the word or it more like heartbroken but I cannot be acting like a depressed teen all the time it will slowly but surely eat away at me until I am nothing but a hollow shell.

so I got out my bedroom and knocked on my mums door, the was quite the wait but after what seemed like 10 whole minuets  she came out , I scanned her face to see any signs of emotion but I cant read her as easily because her face a blank slate with no emotions, I feel  like an ass for making her go through this.

"well what do you want? "she said her was quite raspy and if I were at any more distance away from her you could not hear her entirely.

I thought for a few moments on what I had to say or do but then as my mind was collecting my thoughts. I hugged her  and this wasn't just any hug it was hard to explain but special, my mother took a few moments to process what was going on but when she did , she put her frail arm around me.

I felt safe and honestly quite happy. I retreated from the hug and then suggesting we make my mothers famous sugar cookies that I loved as a little girl .she simply nodded and smiled make me smile in the process.


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