Perfect Mistake ✓

Twelve.......Day Off

Flashback.......Riley's POV

It was a week to Christmas. Cleb and dad just finished decorating the house, music was playing from the loudspeaker. But I was still decorating the Christmas tree. I wondered how they did it so fast.

"How come you guys finished so fast Cleb?" I asked.
"Maybe you're just the one who's slow.", he said and sat down.
"I'm not slow. I'm just taking my time to make a very beautiful Christmas tree.", I said.
"Doesn't look so beautiful.", he said and I felt angry.

"Dad!!! Cleb's saying the tree isn't beautiful!!!!" I screamed so that Dad would hear me.
"Oh no darling the tree is..." Dad stopped when he saw the tree.

My smile turned sour as I soon realised it wasn't all that beautiful. There were just too many things hanging and it looked crowded.
"It's not beautiful right.", I said and looked down.
"Oh no, it's just too amazing.", Dad said and I noticed Cleb funnily move his eyes.

"Okay, we are just gonna move some decorations a little higher and maybe take some away.", he said and started. With all of us working together s we soon finished.

When we were done, we all stepped back and looked at the tree. It was amazing.
"It's beautiful!!!!" I screamed.
Then a song started playing.

"C'mon let's all dance.", Dad said and I listened in to hear the song.
"I know this song. It's Cleb's favourite." I said in excitement.
"You bet it is.", Cleb said and we started dancing. It was a very fun night.

Present Day

Weeks had gone by and Caleb was still in a coma. His twins, Leah and Lincoln spent two weeks at my place before going back to stay with their mum. They had bought the idea of Caleb going on a trip to Colombia. Sometimes they would ask questions but we would answer them evasively.

Ansel was very helpful throughout the past week. He helped in cheering the kids up and keeping the thought about their father away even though they didn't know what exactly happened to him.

But now they had gone home and sadly Caleb was still in a coma. I had told my dad but made sure he was calm.

I entered the house after greeting Cory. I took off my heels and held them in my hands. I felt so tired. I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes when I felt hands on my shoulders and I knew it was Ansel.

"How was your day?", was all it took for me to start ranting.
"Today was the worst.", I started. "I had a meeting with a client by 2 pm. On my way there, my car broke down. I had to take a bus, but unfortunately, I didn't have my bus card so I had to go purchase a ticket from the station. Getting there, I met a long queue. Fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes and it was my turn. Finally got it. Got a bus, but got stuck in traffic. A terrible one."

"I called the client to let her know of my situation and she moved the time to three. Sadly, I arrived by three thirty only to get a call from the client postponing the meeting. The stress I went through and she postponed! I sucked it up and called the mechanic to check on my car."

"He called some time later saying the car had been towed and I was needed at the office. Tired and frustrated but I had to go. After going through crappy processes. I got to know that they towed it because I was at the wrong spot. I mean all they had to do was drop a ticket, not outright tow it away like some damaged goods."