I got such a bad feeling about the boys she'd hang out with. I've tried to stop her... she'd fight it, like any normal teenager would. There was never an end when I told her those boys were trouble. It was always "they're my friends mom." It never failed.
She started carrying herself different though.
Her morals changed.
She wouldn't answer my calls... or text.
My head throbbed at the thought of Arie not coming home. I got a sickening feeling in my stomach whenever I thought about it.
Half the time I couldn't sleep.
Watching her grow up from being my little princess Arie. She was now 18 years old, doing her own thing, of course I did not approve of what was considered "her own thing", I tried more than once to get her back in my care. Under my roof, her safety is all I wanted.
Arie's father Marcelo and gone out to The Night Out club two years back and he never came out a few days later I got a call from the Washington State Police Department, the call only stated that they had found out Marcelo was dead. They found his body behind the club only a few days later. Not only did that affect me but it also affected Arie. I noticed a lot about her after he died.
She was different.
She had come home one night and stayed for a few nights actually.
Mom? Im home.
Wow, you're actually home, in my care.
Only for a few nights, my friends having a party in a week, I was invited so we're gonna go to it and have a good time.
Will those boys-
Yes mom, Isaac, Luis and David will be there. They're good people. Honestly, you just don't know them.
No, but what I do know is they aren't good for you.
You don't know that.
I'm your mother Arie, I can see how they act around you-
That doesn't mean you know them.
Of course it does, you just always think the worst of people and skip straight to why they're not good for me, it seems you never think of why they are good for me. Maybe one simple thing can make a big GOOD difference at that. You just don't see it.
At this point I knew, she was way to involved with them and because she was 18 I couldn't stop it. I could only try.
The next few days at home are good, she's in the dining room eating with me and Mickey. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Surprisingly she's talking, seems to be herself again.
Awkward silence fills the room when the picture of her dad in a white picture frame with little crosses on it falls from us moving the table.
Aire !
She doesn't reply, she just walks to her room wiping the tears from her eyes.
I eventually get up and go check on her, just because it's been hard on all of us the past two years.
Arie? I slightly knock and crack her door open. Can I come in?
What mom? I'm fine. She stops, wipes her eyes and put her head on her pillow. Just... just go away. Go back with Mickey. She finally continues.
He loves you Arie, why do you beat yourself up so much for his death, it wasn't your fault.
Because...
