The Other One

I Could Get Use to This

We went inside. Jasmine was giving me a house tour. We had a pool and hot tub! The backyard was huge. The house had a total of five rooms. One was mine and the other was Jasmines. There was a gym room and two guess rooms. I loved my room. Jasmine hired an interior decorator to decorate the whole house. My room had lights and stars on the ceiling. Posters of my favorite bands and artist were on my wall. Even my favorite vigilante, Batman. My bed was big and comfortable with dozens of pillows. I had my own closet and bathroom. I sat on my bed and immediately had an emotional break down.

"Ana, what's wrong?" Jasmine quickly sat next to me on the bed. "I miss mom...I left her and abandoned her when she needed me the most". She hugged me. "No you didn't. Call her. She already explained to you that she would be fine". I wiped away my tears when she handed me my phone out of my purse. I dialed my moms phone number. She immediately answered. "Hi ma...I just got settled in".
"Ana! It's so good to hear your voice. I was a little worried when you didn't call".
"Yeah sorry we didn't have cell service".
"That's ok. How's LA?"
"It seems okay...".
"Ana? What's wrong?" I fought back the tears. "It's just I didn't want to leave you alone".
"I'm fine, Ana I can take care of myself. Trust me it wouldn't be the first time living alone".
"Yeah but that's not the point. You know that you're not well".
"I told you I'm fine. You can't spend your whole life watching after me. You need to go and live your life". I sighed. "Well I need to get some rest. I love you and be safe Ana. Let me know how the first day of school is". I told her I would. I said I loved her before hanging up. "You see your mom is fine. Don't worry". Jasmine then left my room. I opened my suit case and put my clothes away. I had a picture of my mom and me. My dad I never knew what happened to him. I put the photo on my stand. I looked at it. My mom was skinny and short with long black hair, fair skin, brown eyes, and chunky cheeks. I remembered the day when my mom got sick. We went to the beach and for no particular reason she got sick. She couldn't eat certain foods and she really couldn't go outside. The doctors didn't know what was wrong with her and so did I. My mom always said she was fine that nothing really was wrong but that she was tired. I touched the photo. My mom would want me to be happy and not worry about her. I sighed and went out to my balcony outside. I could see the Hollywood sign. In the back bay window I could see the beach. My mom would love it. I guess I could get use to this. I took pictures and sent them to my mom. She then told me goodnight and that she loved me. I laid on my bed and fell asleep.