Orange Blossom

Chapter 2

Two months earlier...

"My mom's going to kill me," I whispered to myself, closing my eyes.

"Welcome to Chipotle, what would you like today?" the lady asked me happily, steadying her hand over the bowls and foil.

"Hi, I'd like a beef burrito please with everything on it and a bowl."

"Would you like beef with everything in your bowl too?"

"Yes, please and the hottest salsa you have," I answered, taking a deep breath.

She went ahead and made both on her own in no time and passed it to the cashier who was putting my food safely in a bag.

"That'll be $14.69," he said kindly.

I handed him the exact amount and gave him a small smile.

"Thank you, have a good night!" he called out as I grabbed the food and left. Mother's nagging, here I come!

I got into my black Nissan and took my time driving home since it already passed my curfew. Who would rush to something if it was already too late?

Instinctively, a loud sigh escaped my lips once I was parking in front of my driveway.

"Time to greet mother dearest," I said to myself sarcastically.

I grabbed the food and got out of the car, twitching once the car beeped locked.

I walked to the door slowly opening it, trying not to bring anymore attention to myself. Once I walked into the dark house, I shut the door as quietly as I-

"Blossom Garcia!" my lovely mother yelled at the top of her lungs, shutting on all the lights like she caught a criminal.

"Mom, I can explain-"

"Mija, you were supposed to make pambazos tonight. You said you were going to get the meat from the grocery store!"

"Oh, I thought you meant for tomorrow, I-"

"Parada de mentirme yo o tu estas en un gran problema!"

"Mom, I promise I will next time. Please, I got us food!" I yelled back, walking to the kitchen placing the bag on the table.

"What the hell is this?" my mom questioned, looking inside the bag.

"Chipotle...," I answered back. I tried to hold in the laugh dying to come out. I hate it when my mom yells at me, but at the same time it amuses me, watching her reactions. All the yelling is her motherly way of expressing her love to me and my smart comments to her are my way of expressing it back. It's our always.

"Hay dios mio! Ustedes tan perezosa! You're spending too much money!" she yelled dramatically, while I laughed.

"Mom, I'm serious. I'm so sorry. I will really start on it tomorrow," I said seriously, trying to calm her down.

"You will! Now, lets eat I'm hungry," she says calmly at the end, taking the food out of the bag.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the bowl.

"It's a burrito bowl," I answered opening it, showing her. She rolled her eyes and began to unwrap the foil of her burrito.

To think that silence would take over the house, while we eat peacefully was an understatement. I ended up listening to my mother talking under her breath saying, "I can make better"or "This is not worth your money"or "It's lacking this" all night.

Picture of Maria Garcia (Mom)