Tables Turn

Braelyn sat in the waiting room of the social workers office. She tapped on the arm of the chair nervously.

What am I gonna do?

I have no one.

My mother is dead

All these thoughts flooded Braelyn's mind and caused her to tap at a rapid pace.

"Excuse me can you stop that?" The receptionist asked

Braelyn rolled her eyes and bit a at her nails, can't his bitch see I'm in a predicament she thought.

"Braelyn Stewart" another lady with blonde highlighted hair called out

"Um me." Braelyn hesitated getting up and walking through the door into the office.

"You'll be in room 5 a social worker will be with you immediately." The blonde said before going back to the front desk.

Braelyn entered the room and walked over to the window, the city was so beautiful. Cars zooming and speeding as if they we're hours late to work, Pedestrians on the phone talking and not watching where they were going, but her favorite was Maggie's Tea shop her and her mother loved to go there before her mom passed. it was somewhere where they could relax and just talk and enjoy life. Now all those visits were just memories.

She teared up at the thought and turned away from the window wiping her eyes.

"Braelyn Stewart?" The social worker came in.

Wow a great time for you to pop in huh? Braelyn rolled her eyes at the thought

"Yep that's me."

"First off I would like I'm so very sorry for your lost."

"Um. Thank you?"

"I know it's very hard but it will get better." She added sitting in a chair and crossing her legs.

"Wow. my mom is dead what the fuck do you mean it gone get better?" Braelyn rolled her eyes as tears rolled down her face

"I'm sorry Braelyn , I'm here to tell you your father has come forward to take off where your mom left off." The social worker smiled

"You got all this wrong, I don't got no daddy, no family no nun." Braelyn whimpered

"Sweetie I'm here to tell you, you do." She added