Life Of May(Editing)

CHAPTER 2

                   The relocation
MAY
These past few weeks were not easy for me. I tried as much as possible to act normally during the day then later cry myself to sleep at night.
As usual, no one in the world knew about mu problem except from Sasha. Sasha, Sasha, Sasha, the thought of her made me smile helpleslu. I could not imagine my life without her init. It was as if she was a flashlight on a dark day. An umbrella on a rainy day. A shelter on a windy day. A tower of refuge as I trailed behind enemy lines. A remedy to soothe the pains from my wounds. The water I would use to cool my body on a hot day and more so my own personal therapist who said nothing but was was always there as a listener.
My mum, as busy as she was did not notice that something was wrong with her only daughter. I would say that her busy schedule and regular court cases were a blessing in disguise. If she was a mum that had time for me, she would have probably noticed my sorrows before she could later kill the guy and dance on his grave. Literally, she would dance on his grave.  My mum was a psyco path who had serious mental problems. Her moods changed like a switched balanced in the middle. You never know which side she will fall on. Sometimes I wondered if that was the reason my father left her when he found out that she was pregnant. He was finding it difficult to handle hos lady and what was worse... Another problem? He simply could not handle it and left for a more stable woman. Thats if he was still alive. I didn't know much about him.
All these were my assumptions because my mum never told me anything about him more so her life with him. She didn't even want to hear me talk about him or ask questions about him. The sad part is that I never ever saw him not even on a picture. In short, Mr Peters, my father was illegal in that home. One day as I was watching my favourite tv show, I heard the door open with a loud  bang. It was so scary that I had to reach for the remote which would act as my weapon. I don't know why I reached for the remote. I mean what could a silly remote do to protect me. I looked at Sasha looking already ready to fight and protect me. The adrenaline was already rushing through my veins and my heart skipped a beat.
As I looked in that direction, I saw my mum rushing through the doorway with tears rushing down her cheeks. I was left weak for I did not know what to do at that particular point in time. I had never seen my mum cry before in my entire life. She was a strong woman, hard as rock and very inspiring. I wondered why she cried but all I could do was rush towards her to give her a warm hug. It was as if I was a mother hugging my troubled daughter.
I let her stay in my arms until she fell asleep. She refused to eat dinner and that worried me more. She hadn't refused to eat before no matter what the problem was. What was worse? I had to spend the rest of the night thinking about what the matter could have been. I thought of a funeral... No, no that couldn't be. I did not know any of my relatives. All my lifeit was just my mum and I. Oh and Sasha when she joined our family later. Could it be my day?.... No, no, no Maylander Samantha Monica Peters, forget about that man. It can not be him because he is probably dead. Yes that makes a lot of sense now. That was thecreason my mum didn't want to talk about him because talking about him would bring memories that she did not want to remember.
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usua. Usual, I say because it was during school vacation and that was a period when kids my age would wake up at whatever time they felt like. I did all my chores and noticed that my mum was still lyingbin bed. Maybe she took the day off, I thought to myself as I headed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
While I was preparing breakfast, my mum walked in on me and stood there staring at me. It was as if she was debating on what to say to her daughter. I turned around and saw her staring at me. I wondered why, why she broke down last night, why she was still home that day and why she was staring at me like a tv show right now. As though she could read my thoughts, she said, "sweet heart, I lost my job at the firm". I was so dumb struck that I could not even move. My mum, the best lawyer I knew, lose her job? But why? All I could do was stand there as still as a twig.
The next three weeks were not easy. I could not get everything I wanted or go for those Saturday lunches that I lowkey liked going for. I tried to be as supportive as I could be by not being a demanding daughter. I used my savings to buy any little things I needed and not bother my mum. I thought about my school and thought about how that was going to go on. I leftbthose thoughts for the moment and adjusted mentally that I would be attending a public school from then on.
A miracle then happened as my mum got a call one day that she had gotten a job with another firm. That call brought a lot of joy into our home that it called a big celebration. My mum and I therefore went to a fancy eating place that evening and celebrated her new job. The difference with this job from her previous one was that she had to work more hours, she would get paid a whole lot more and more so she and I had to relocate.