I sat on the counter in the kitchen, having some grapes when my dad came down the stairs with the last of his luggage. He looked at me with regretful eyes, "Well, I know your mother doesn't want to hear me, but tell her I'm sorry and that I wish her good luck in life. I love you a lot, Krys. I hope you can forgive me soon," he mumbled before exiting the house.
I heard the front door shut and I let out a sigh. As if I'll tell her you said anything. She doesn't want to hear anything you have to say anyways.
I made my way up the stairs and made my way to my mother's room. There she sat on her bed in a puddle of tears. Seeing her like this made me feel horrible and honestly, it broke my heart. I sat down and wrapped her up in a hug. No words said, and this was because I didn't know what to say.
In some way I feel like I ruined their relationship, but it was his fault for telling someone that wasn't my mother that he loved them. It wasn't fair to keep that from her. What was I supposed to do? Just pretend I didn't hear anything? No. What he did was wrong and what I did was right, even if I feel awful about it. Plus, not telling her would have made me feel worse than I already do.
My mother rubbed my back and wiped a few tears from my eyes. I'm crying? Why am I crying?
She pulled me into a hug and we sat there, sniffles and tears. As much as I hated the old man, I was going to miss him a little bit. I mean, that is my father and will always be my father. You can't change who your family is, even if you want to.
It was maybe ten minutes later I wiped my eyes and looked at my mother. She looked up at me, and the expression on her face was broken. I felt my lips turn downwards. "Mom, would you like me to bring in The Princess Diaries?" I asked, giving her a sympathetic smile.
She let out a small laugh, "Sure, Krys," she mumbled, "I thought it was just a tradition for you and your friends?" She inquired.
I looked at her and rolled my eyes, "Mom, you're my lifetime best friend. It's a tradition for you too," I stated before running to my room to get the movie. Before I came back I went down to the kitchen to grab the ice cream bucket and two spoons.
I returned to my mother's room and she noticed the ice cream in my hand, "You think that will help?" She asked, letting out a quiet laugh.
I shrugged, "No, but its comforting food so I assume it'll comfort us," I replied, putting the movie into the DVD slot.
After all three movies finished, my mother then decided it was bedtime. I put on my pajamas before returning. She looked at me, "What are you doing?" She asked, laughing at my onsie.
I glared, "I'm joining you for a slumber party, and do not laugh at my pajamas or I might just have to kill you," I warned, letting out a laugh. They were my favorite pajamas even though everyone who sees me in them think it's childish. They're just comfortable to me.
My mother then let out a sigh, "Okay, but let's not make this into an everyday thing because I need to learn how to cope by myself," she informed me.
I nodded. I just wanted to be with my mom and not let her fall into depression with loosing my father. I think I feel worse if that were to happen. I love my mother more than anything or anyone in the world, so seeing her this hurt hurts me as well.
In the morning I was the first awake, so I snuck out of the bed and hurried to the kitchen. There I then decided I would make my mother some breakfast. I then began to turn on the stove and prepared the eggs and pancake batter. I then walked around the kitchen and figured I'd make some sausage while I'm at it. The whole thing took my about thirty minutes, which wasn't too bad.
