Almost Impossible

Chapter Twenty seven

  I woke up and looked around, trying to absorb my surroundings. I was on Mandy's bed. She was beside me with her favorite barbie doll on one hand and her other hand holding tightly onto mine. I couldn't believe i had such a dream. It seemed so real, I touched my lips and laughed. I should have known, it seemed to good to be true anyways. I glanced at the alarm cock at her nightstand. It was way past ten. I groaned inwardly, I knew I was in for a lot of scolding from my dad when I got home, but then I remembered that he was out of town for the week and he had gone with Diana. I sighed in relief as i gently got of the bed so as not to wake Mandy, then i tiptoed out of her room and quietly shut the door. 

    I made it down the hall and was about to head down the stairs when i heard soft gentle sobs coming from one of the rooms in the hallway. i walked in the directions from which the sounds were coming from. The door to the room in which the sobs i had realized were from my mom was slightly open. I looked through the slightly open space and found my mum sitting on a sofa. she was dressed in only a silk gold nightgown, her hair shielded her face from my view and she was holding a picture frame.I couldn't tell whose picture it was but whoever the person in the picture was, the person was the one making my mother cry. I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but i couldn't help myself as i leaned closer to the door and listened.

"If only things had turned out differently. We were so happy back then." she sobbed. "If only I could turn the hands of time, I would give up my dream so we can be happy again. I regret the day I signed those divorce papers and walked out on you and our daughter. There's nothing I want more than to have you back in my life" she chuckled lightly. "Maybe that's asking for too much, I'm happy Michelle is back into my life though, the fruit of our profound love. But how I miss you so..." She broke down into sobs and I decided it was time to make my presence known.

"Mum?" I called out as I walked into the room. She quickly hid the frame under the throw pillow beside her and wiped the tears off her face, but it was too late to hide it. "What's wrong?" I asked like i didn't already know.

"Oh nothing" she said sounding tired and worn. She suddenly looked years older with her face so wrenched with unhappiness. "I've got some allergies that all."

"I presume those allergies have something to do with the picture frame under that pillow right." i said, trying to sound cheerful for her. I sat right beside her and took out the picture from under the pillow. 

  I should have guessed. It was a picture of my dad. He looked sure sure and happy with his deep blue eyes shinning with confidence.

"You miss him, don't you?" I said, she bowed her head so i didn't see the tears as they fell and landed on her nightgown. 

"More than anything. I thought after all these years I would have gotten over it. But seeing you now, here, It reminds me of all the happy times I had with him. I haven't been able to move on, that's why i never remarried. No man could fill the space your father left in me." she was crying openly now and in so many ways i felt relieved. At least she still loved my dad, it felt good to know that, even if it made her unhappy. "Although I'm sure it's not the same with him."

""I wouldn't say that. Dad only got married to those many women because he couldn't bear the sadness and loneliness. It was the only way he could survive each day, and I guess he was desperately trying to find someone who'd be a mother to me." I said truthfully  remembered the first few years when i thought he was going to die out of sorrow.

"And what of the singer, Diana? He seems very much in love with her." she said helplessly. There was nothing I could say about that. Diana was the only woman who made my dad happy after my mum. she was exceptionally charming and perfect in many ways. I sighed as I could find nothing to say against her to give my mum any form of hope.