"Be slow to fall into friendship & love, but when you are in, continue firm and constant."
Someone should've told Tray that.
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I'm at the gym right now, writing this chapter 😂 ••• A I R I O A N N A•
"This look okay?" Twirling for Dana, I watched her shrug.
"I mean I guess. We're just going out to dinner, I'd zip that up around Dad and Mom though." Smacking my lips, I snatched my jacket closed and grabbed my purse following her into the hallway. Today was my 18th birthday, and I was trying my hardest to be happy but my home life was heavy today on my mind.
"Alright come on y'all." Following my family out to the truck, I climbed into the backseat pulling Juliette to sit on my lap as Dana and Damon slid in.
"I'm getting to big for this." She grumbled, forced to be tied to my body right with the seatbelt as I pulled it over us both.
"Yeah well, as long as we do family outings, it's goanna happen. Everybody wears a seatbelt when there with me." Once my mother spoke, it was final so no one argued with her. The car ride was silent for the most part, everybody just listened to the radio. Meanwhile my eyes stayed glued to the side of my Fathers head. In short he just looked miserable. Everytime he coughed, or moved you could tel he was uncomfortable. As usual my siblings don't know this but, they made the decision to stop his chemo treatments.
I mean he was terminal so.
It was pointless and only painfully keeping him at bay. His hair started to grow back a little thicker, and that made me feel abit better. I know he wouldn't want to have a funeral and not look like himself somewhat. He was very skinny now, and fragile. If I hugged him to hard he'd wince in pain.
"And we're here." Smiling softly, I helped Juliette down and jumped out behind her as we headed in the diner. It was one of my childhood favorites. It was a place called Papa's. They served southern styled breakfast and soul food. I was in heaven when I came here. But I promised I would eat lite, because I knew I had somewhere to be later.
"Happy birthday baby." Smiling at my father, I thanked him and ordered a small side salad. As expected I received looks from my family.
"You know you can always bring it home with you. Order up." My mother pushed, lifting the menu back up to her face as she skimmed the breakfast options. I don't know why, she always preferred the same exact thing. Sure enough when the waiter came, I heard the familiar order.
"Yes, can I get Biscuits with sawmill gravy, and country Ham with Red eye gravy and grits." Nodding the waiter took her order, before tediously going around the table and getting our orders.
"I'll have your Cornbeef hash skillet, with a order of home fries." Walking away, she left us to our round of meaningless conversation. We talked about our day, and our week during work or school. My father being the character he was, even chipped in about his time at home. It wasn't as somber as you thought either, he rather enjoyed himself sitting at home and just being. Work took him away for so many years, he just loved being able to be home and sit with us.
