I stare at my mom and she doesn't look bad. She's curvy just like me and I also took her blond hair and just like mine it's in waves. She wears a blue dress and milk white heels, she has perl necklace and perl bracelet.
She has light make up and her glassy blue eyes stands out with her grey eye liner. She's beautiful no doubt and it pains me that I look a lot like her. The only thing I got from dad was my green eyes and a little tanned skin.
She breaks into a sad smile and I have to admit I missed my mom. I just wished she never left, she's still my mom and I have to say maybe just maybe I still have a little very little love for my mom.
"Baby C," she calls me using my initial. She would always calls me that when I was upset and she wanted to make me happy. She smiles again wildly and I mask my face with a blank stare and say nothing. Inside I want to just hug her and tell her how much I miss her. But when I remember the things I went through when she left my heart aching, am hurt, am disappointed and most importantly I am FURIOUS.
"Why did you kidnap my friend Dorothy?" I ask sternly and she tense when I use her name instead of mom.
"Am sorry about that, I just wanted us to talk and I thought if I took her then you would come over and it worked." She says as her voice trembles but I could tell she was trying to make it as steady as possible.
"Get to my car Sarah, Carlos will be there with you shortly," I tell Sarah who slowly gets up and glare at my mom. She makes a threatening step towards her and believe me she can be intimidating when she wants.
"Watch your back Dorothy, you will pay for dragging me here." She points an accusing finger at her.
"Am sorry Sarah I just wanted my little girl to come to me." I roll my eyes at her calling me her little girl. Bitch please cut the shit and hit me with the truth.
Sarah looks at her one last time before making her way out. We stand in silent as I wait for her to speak after Sarah left.
"Am listening, and make it quick I don't have the whole day." I state blankly with a bored tone.
"How have you been for the last five years?" She asks slowly and I raise questionable brows.
"If my math is correct you left when I was turning thirteen and am now turning 24 in a few months so basically its been 11 years. Now mom I have lived for 11 years so you can guess am fine." I say and she flinches from my hard tone.
"You are pregnant, how far are you?" She asks and I snap out of irritation. "Cut the pleasantries and tell me what you wanted me for."
"Nothing I just wanted to talk to you." She says and tears fall down her face.
Okay am bored with the drama and I turn to leave. Such a waste of time.
"Do you hate me?" She ask and I turn to look at her.
"No mommy dearest I don't hate you, thank you for leaving me at age of 13 I love you so much, my love is rolling in waves. Oh and yeah am pregnant you want to touch my tummy?" I say sarcastically and turn to leave before she stops me again.
"Look here," she hands me a necklace, "I got this for you on your 13th birthday, I never got to give it to you due to unavoidable circumstances." She's smiles sadly.
"Where were you?" I finally ask. She looks at me sympathetically and shakes her head.
"It doesn't matter, just please don't hate me. Know that I was ready to settle down when I got that apartment. And I was happy to give you this necklace, its not expensive but its what I could afford then, I couldn't change it because it was what kept me going." She tells me.
"Why now?" I ask again.
"Because this is the only time I could get to you, I was out 3 months ago and I have been looking for the perfect moment." She smiles showing her well dental formula.
"Out from where?" I ask even though my best guess is prison. Could I be hating my mom all this while and she was in prison. I suddenly feel sick for assuming she just left. What kind of a daughter am I? She needed me and I spent half my life hating her.
"Like I said it doesn't matter," she's now crying.
A/N
Half of it out, wait for the next part. It was actually a little bit long to be in one chapter.
*sighs*
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