Dumped and determined
I'm on a mission to prove to my worried parents that I'm just peachy!
Sure, it hurts like a bitch, but I've got a game plan: smile through the pain, flirt with university hotties, and maybe sip a little too much (thanks to my...
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After I broke down a week ago when we were supposed to clean our jewelry, Mom decided we would continue today. We just had dinner, and here we are again in our basement.
We talked about my upcoming birthday this week, and I already told them that Josh and Leroy will be spending their vacation here with us. Thankfully, Mom and Pa agreed, but, of course, that won't go too well without Nick's annoying comments. I just ignored it!
After this cleaning session with Mom, I plan to contact Alice.
Mom looked at me and took a deep breath. She lit four blue candles and another four white candles, then opened a bottle of lavender and citrus essential oil.
Okay, why does she need those?
Then she started cleaning our things with a cleaning solution.
Oh well, Mom is so dramatic.
I was about to sit down when Mom held my arms and stopped me. Quite confusing, but I remained standing by her side. After a few minutes of cleaning our jewelry, she moved the cleaning solution, then took a silver bowl and poured the lavender and citrus essential oil into it.
Intriguing!
I remained silent and observant. Mom handed me a small golden notebook. I looked at it and then turned to her.
"What is this?"
"Open it to the page that I clipped."
I nodded and followed her instructions.
Okay, I know I can read, but what the heck is this?
Frowning, I looked at Mom and was about to complain when she spoke abruptly.
"Repeat after me."
"Tha mi a 'sireadh comraich bhon dorchadas, bhuaibh dìon gràdhach, a Dhia ghràdhaich."
Hmm? What?
I couldn't follow; I didn't know how to read the passage in the notebook or how to pronounce it.
"My dear, open your mouth and listen carefully," Mom said with a smile.
"It's not funny, Mom. What language is this?"
"The sun is about to set; we will have some visitors. We need to discuss a lot of things after this."
Now I'm confused about what the heck she means by that.
I nodded and tried to concentrate.
"Tha mi a 'sireadh comraich bhon dorchadas, bhuaibh dìon gràdhach, a Dhia ghràdhaich," Mom whispered, and I tried my best to pronounce each word, even though it sounded off in my hearing. After I read it, I saw Mom look at me and smile, then she touched my bracelet, and something illuminated from it.
