The Girl That Never Lost Hope

Walls begin to crumble

As I gently shut the front door I realise the house is strangely quite. Other than the TV nothing seems to be making a noise which is unusual for my house. There's always someone humming to themselves, listening to the radio or just clattering around the cupboards looking for something which seems to be hiding. I put my shoes in the drawer to prevent World War III between me and mum later- one shoe out of place and you better hide from her.

Once in our colourfully decorated living room I find mum curled in a ball, sniffling to herself and rocking back and forth. Her wavy brown hair has turned to straggles like spaggheti and her rosy cheeks are bound to be stained with tears. My mum's usually so full of life, finding her like this is distressing to say the least. I quietly take a seat next to her and pull her into a tight hug. I'm not usually one to initiate affection but the sight of her frial self is too hard to ignore. Her response is immediate. She balls her hands into fists, clutching on to my top. Her once hunched shoulders visibly relax and the violent shaking begins to slow, mathcing the rythmn that I'm rocking at.

Damp eyed she looks at me with a look of sadness which I didn't expect. I thought she'd be angry that Dad hadn't told her he'd gotten an interview but she just looked completely and utterly defeated. I carefully pull back from the tight embrace.

"What's the matter?" I aks cautiously.

"W-w-w-w-w" she sniffles, "why d-didn't he t-t-t-tell me? D-does he not t-t-t-t-trust me?" she begins to sob again.

"Hey." I soothe. "He loves you. I'm sure there's a reason why he didn't tell you. Why don't we ask him why he didn't tell us, mm?" Mum tucked stray wisps of hair behind her ear as she thought it through, you could almost see the internal conflict as to whether or not she should give him a chance to explain himself. Hesitantly, ever so tentatively, she nodded and said  not-so-confidnet "yeah."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yes. Thankyou for coming, sorry for cutting your night with Soph short."

"Hey don't worry about it," I replied, "did you get my text?"

"Yeah," she exclaimed, "you're results are just amazing, we are so proud of you!"

I blushed. "Thanks Mum."

We settled into a comfortable silence, both of our attention whole-heartedly on the TV. Some weird talent show was playing and a girl just got booed off the stage because her act was that terrible.

"We should celebrate," Mum burst. "Have we got any ice-cream? What about brownies? You love brownies, right?" Mum kept gushing. I just laughed. My mum is hilarious, sometimes I think I'm more sensible than she is. Ah well, she's my mum and I wouldn't change her for a thing.

"Uh Mum?" I stopped her. "Shouldn't we talk to Dad first. You know, to set things straight?"

She sigheed "Yeah. I guess you're right."

As if one que my Dad walked in the door closely followed by my fuming brother. He looked annoyed to say the least- understandable really, he was late for work and now won't get paid. He glared between Mum and Dad.

"You two!" Pointing at the two of them, "talk now!" He commanded and dragged me out the room.

I gently shut the living room door and plonked onto one of the dining room chairs. Unlike a lot of families we do still eat around the kitchen table which is quite fun becuase we get to talk about our days and spend time together. We knew it was going to be a long wait for Mum and Dad as they 'talked it out' so I grabbed my book from the table and began to read.

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