The best thing about my mom being a talent agency was all the money we would get. We got an actual mini house for us two and it was absolutely beautiful.
No need for an apartment. We lived in a small cute neighborhood going up hill.
As we started unpacking, I noticed a group of people heading to the house next to ours.
A couple minutes later, another group arrives. And then another, and then another.
Time went by and we were about done unpacking our things and redecorating what we had in the old home. My mom and I decided to drive around and grab something to eat.
We walked out heading to the car and I see a group of boys heading to their car.
"Ooo looks like you got some companyyyy." my mom teased.
"Shhh mom i'm pretty sure they can hear you."
"oh come on. look he's kinda cute." She said pointing to a boy with big black glasses and dark messy hair.
"yeah.. i guess he is."
We hopped in the car and i stare into the window watching them talk and push each other around.
"What do you want to eat?" my mom asked.
"I don't know, what do you feel like having?"
"Maybe some chinese?"
"mom we had that last night."
"alright alright. how about that mexican restaurant right there?" my mom pointed across the street revealing a beautiful antique mexican restaurant.
"sounds good."
As we pull up my moms phone starts ringing loudly.
"who is it?"
my mom stares at her phone.
"Mom? mom. who is it?"
"your father." she whispers.
"what do you think he wants?"
"he wants us back..." she says calmly.
"mom-"
"i know i know. let's go."
sometimes i thought my mom wanted to go back to him. she never liked talking about him and when she did, she would ask me if we did the right thing. me on the other hand, hated his guts. and i'm so glad we were on our own. sorry not sorry.
"I have an order or the rolled tacos. Monica?"
"umm i'll have the-"
my moms phone starts ringing again.
"don't answer." i quickly whisper to my mom. she taps me on the shoulder and walks away answering. great.
As i finished ordering I go towards the bathroom to check on my mom.
No sign of my mom. I could've sworn i saw her go this way. I go back to the table and try to call her. No answer. I start to panic.
I look all around and the only thing on my mind is how i'm going to pay for this food.
I look out the window and see our car parked right in front. Then I see my mother with her head on the steering wheel. I text her telling her to come inside. I didn't want to go out there and having the waiter think we're robbing him or something. Again, no answer.
I give up and walk outside going towards the window. I tap on the glass and gesture my mom to roll down the window.
"Mom? You ok? what'd he say?"
"nothing sweetie, i'm okay."
"mom you're seriously crying. what in the world did he say?"
"let's go inside and i'll tell you."
