Behind the face

8- Let It Go

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It was Thanksgiving day. She didn't want to be here but she was tired of running. She knew she couldn't come up with any excuse again. It was time to leave the past behind her.

She picked up the bouquet of sunflowers from her back seat and came out of her car. The last time she was here was sixteen months ago and even that dinner didn't end well. She walked up to the front porch and was about to knock on the door when she heard her voice.

"Cristobal! She's here."

Laura was not surprised when a second later she saw her rushing out to meet her with excitement written on her face. At the moment Laura remembered how she missed her. Her ebony hair was now pepper and salt but not still affecting her beauty. Except for her hair, which she normally dyed ebony black , nobody except being told would guess that Annabelle Grace Montez was fifty-seven years old.

"Anna." Laura smiled at her pretending she didn't notice the small frown she received due to the name she called her. She refused to care about it. Even if she had forgiven them, there was no way she was going to just pretend like everything was alright and move on. No way. "I got this for you." Laura said giving her the sunflowers.

Anna beamed at her."You remembered." Then she hugged her.

Just then a tall man in his late fifties came out of the house with a smile on the face. His grey hair a slightly wrinkled face didn't make him any less handsome.

"Laura, we thought you wouldn't make it. We are glad you did." He gave her a small smile. "Come in dear before your mother suffocates you." He joked making her mum who was still hugging her release her.

"Oh don't mind your father buttercup. He's such a kill joy." She said with a hint of her original accent still present. Anna was an immigrant from Spain before she married her husband. Laura had to admit it. She missed her family.

She followed them inside as she was greeted by the scent of different cuisines. She knew her mother will outdo herself but she never expect what she saw. The meal on the dining table could feed a large army.

"I thought we were the only ones today." Laura said.

"Of course we are. Your mother and all the cooks decided to keep us stuffed because according to her you are very skinny."

She smiled at her mother. "Thank you. I haven't eaten anything that isn't fast food in ages." Only that seemed to brighten her mother's day.

"See Cristobal, I told you I'm her favorite parent." She winked and went to the kitchen to get something.

"Where is your whole staff?" Laura said something she noticed since she came in.

"Anna told everyone to go home for thanksgiving day. She was very excited and didn't want them to miss their families."

Laura nodded. It was something her mother would do. Anna was one of the most kindest and freest woman she had every met. At a point in her life she had wanted to be like her mother. Never holding a grudge and finding happiness in little things.

"Fidelis in minimis." Her mother normally said. It was her life motto she told Laura one day. "Faithfulness in little things." That was what it meant. Anna was that kind of person.

But you still wouldn't forgive her. Her conscience said.

To her that was different. It wasn't something she could just forgive and forget like the popular saying. To her that quote was a scam. It wasn't possible for someone to just forget even though it is forgiven.