the three of us {chim}

Piece 42

Camille's POV

"W-What are you doing here?" I asked, scared at the fact that I could be caught by someone.

"I came here to drop off the rest of your stuff." She spoke as if nothing ever happened between us. She spoke as if we never had that argument in the diner. She spoke as if she was never my Mum.

"O-Okay." I stuttered as I closed the door, quietly.

"It's just in the boot." She pointed back to her car in the driveway and walked down the steps.

"So, how's Dad?" I asked as we made our way to the car.

"He's alright. He misses you and wants you to visit more." She said, looking at the ground.

"I try, but things have been a little crazy around here." I explained, needing an excuse for not visiting them. Sara even sent me that ridiculous voicemail and I didn't even text back.

"How's Cheryl and Kimberley?" She asked, seeming like she genuinely cared.

"They're great! They're really good." I exclaimed, looking up at her.

"That's good." She mumbled as she opened her car boot door.

"Wow, I didn't think I left so much behind." I said, shocked at all the stuff.

"Where'd you find this? I looked everywhere for it!" I took out the small, gold jewelry box. I opened it, hearing the lullaby play as the little ballerina spun around.

I smiled, remembering how much I used to love this thing. It was more to me than just a box. I used to open the box and copy the ballerinas slow spinning in my bedroom. That's when I was a little kid, that's when I was so free.

"So, should I help you or have you got it?" Sara asked as she closed her car boot. I looked at all the boxes, knowing I can't carry them on my own.

"I've got it, thanks though." I decided against accepting her help, seeing as Mum and Mam would kill me. I know they don't have very likable feelings for Sara.

"Well...it was nice to see you-" Sara began to speak as she opened the drivers door of her car.

"Wait." I stopped her from closing the door, needing to say something to her.

"I got your voicemail. I'm sorry I didn't reply, it just took me by surprise. I hope that you know that I still see you as a mother to me. I'll never forget everything you ever did for me. Thank you." I finally got it all out and lunged myself at her. I don't care if she wanted to or not, I was going to hug my foster mother goodbye.

"Thank you, Camille. Keep smiling for him." With that, she closed her door and drove off.

I looked at all the boxes on the driveway pavement and took one in my arms. I walked up the stairs and set it inside. One-by-one I had them all inside, sitting in the greeting room.

"Who was-" Mum came into the greeting room from the kitchen door and saw all the boxes.

"What's all this?" She asked, picking up one of the picture frames.

"Um...Sara brought the rest of my stuff over." I looked up and saw that she didn't hear a word I said. I walked over to her and looked at the picture frame in her hands.

In the picture frame is a Polaroid of me and Cameron. I almost forgot about that picture.  It's the one that Sara and Dad had in the hallway, I always loved it.  Apparently not enough to remember it, though.

Maybe I am getting over Cameron.  Maybe all my sorrow is slowly slipping away and I don't even know it.  Maybe one day I'll forget about him.