A/N: chapter 11 everyone. I hope I'm on time this time. Enjoy.
Following the nurse in front of me, I glance behind me to make sure Dad was still there. I knew I couldn't have been here without him, and I sure as hell couldn't have been able to talk to my mom with him. I kept thinking about all these impossible things that still felt very possible. Like what if she suddenly went crazy? What if she didn't remember me well? What if she gets mad and tries to attack me? What if I have to watch them drag my mom away again? Screaming.
Kicking. Crying. Just to be drugged into a world that existed far from the world I lived in.
What if it's just chaos?
And Dad... he says those things are impossible but... what if Mom doesn't even look familiar anymore? What if it's not even her but me... what then? What am I supposed to do with myself then.
Dads hand touches my back and I turn around to stare at him smiling. But my eyes feel wet.
We're lead into a big comfortable room where light was let into it soothingly, and there are plants all around the big windows. There are plentiful amounts of tables but there are also couches. And I stop walking for a second trying to determine which place would be better to sit at for Mom. The couch seems nice and more soothing but too comfortable and close for people who haven't talked in so long. Let alone seen each other. But if I chose to sit at the tables, it might create a resisitance between us without my even realizing. It's possible that it might make it a risk. Maybe-
"Relax Jayla Reid," Dad whispers. He ushers me to keep walking and I do until I can tell he's making the decision for us to sit at a table, "I can tell you're doing that thing again."
"That thing?" I smile small and nervously. Placing my bag by the table leg and taking a seat next to Dad.
"Where you think too much," Dad smiles kindly, "Stop thinking. Just..." he pats my hand and holds my gaze with care, "Just talk. Just feel. Be happy to see your mom again."
"I am happy Dad."
"Good," he nods, "Then just focus on that." His eyes flicker behind me and his smile breaks just a little. There is awe in his gaze, surprise and a bit of fear even. But most of all, there is the rush of love.
I didn't even have to turn around to know that Dad was looking at Mom. But I do anyways.
I wanted to see her too. I wanted to feel that way too. And I did. Happy to see an image of Mom that looked similar to the ones I see in my memory. Her eyes were still the light shade of brown, her skin an even lighter shade than that brown, like coffee with way too much milk. She looked like she lost too much weight but she was still elegant in her stance. The sun breaking through the windows made her light eyes look sparkly and animated almost, bright with charisma and happiness. And her hands rubbed down the simple pink dress she wore as if to smooth it out. She was conscious and nervous I could tell. But she didn't have to be, her dress was loose but fitted around her hips area. Her long curly hair was left loose but tamed. Soft at the look of it and even softer to touch I'd imagined. It always was before.
And since Mom didn't look that much different beside the lose of weight and the sunken look under her eyes, I'd imagine mostly everything about her was the same.
Most of all her smile... white and perfect, wide, precious and the most genuine thing of this world. Was the same. It'd transformed her whole face into something that was familiar and still so beautiful.
I wanted to hug her. That was all I kept thinking about. Hugging her... "Mom," I sat up rushing over to her to pull her into my arms.
She backs away quickly though, lifting her arms as if to keep away from any contact with me.
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