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Six

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I enter the doors of Teapea and smoothed out my apron as I go behind the counter to make fresh cookies for the day, it was 7:30 in the morning and I couldn't have been more tired. I couldn't get to sleep last night due to English homework and my mother throwing up everywhere; that I had to clean. I didn't mind though, it wasn't her fault for her sickness so I feel kind of bad.

You see, ever since my dad died my mother has been depressed, majorly. She would stay in bed all day and grieve; she wouldn't eat for days. I felt bad and phoned a doctor to at least help her, or diagnose depression so I was sure. The doctor prescribed depression Meds and Zoloft; a type of anxiety medication. She was doing well with her Meds and started eating and going outside again, which made me believe that everything was going okay and she would be back to the person she was before my dad died.

But I was wrong.

I couldn't ever forget that night I found my mother laying on her bed with an empty pill bottle next to her, she looked so pale, dead even. I called 911 as quickly as possible and couldn't even make my words out to the them because I was having a panic attack, they sent an ambulance right away; barging into my house and picking my dying mother up from her bed and putting her unconscious body onto the stretcher, I couldn't even look at her. She looked so...gone. Like she wasn't even there anymore, making me believe I was going to lose both my parents in the same year.

You're probably asking, how did I lose my dad? Well, it's kind of a "Wow I hate you with a fucking passion dad," and a "Please come back I miss you" kind of story.

Well you see, my father was on a business trip in Miami, Florida and he was there during the first week of spring break. Being a drug rep that he is, he was selling cancer drugs to other doctors.

The story that I've been told was that he was driving to his hotel, so what right? That's not all though.

He was with another woman.

Of course at first me and my mother thought that she just worked with him, and that he was just giving her a ride. We found out later that her name was Jennifer, and the more we looked into her and researched her; the more we knew that my dad was cheating on my mom with this Jennifer lady.

They actually had kids, three of them believe it or not; And guess how old the oldest of them was? 10 years old. My father has been cheating on my mother for 10 fucking years.

And they both died from a drunk driver hitting them head on, killing them instantly.

Do I hate his guts? Fuck yeah I do, But seeing and hearing that he was dead killed my inside, like a part of my life was gone. He was my father for crying out loud, the same guy that taught me how to ride a bike, play soccer, and even read; which started my main hobby.

I miss him like hell, but it wouldn't get me anywhere if I just grieved everyday at the fact that he was gone and that he cheated on my mother. I had to move on, I wish my mother could've had done that; and not make some dumb ass mistake like taking the whole bottle of anxiety pills.

The doctors told me that she was going to be okay, they did a blood transfusion which basically saved her life. I was so thankful of the hospital saving my mothers life; and the insurance company for paying most of the transfusion.

Now my mother was diagnosed with a syndrome that's a long word I could never spell out, basically it's a disfunction in the immune system so she gets sick a lot, the doctors said it wasn't serious but she will be with the syndrome her whole life, so I'm going to help my mother the best I can.

Hopefully.

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After I put the cookies in the oven, I headed out of the kitchen to sweep the floors; A lot of people had already entered the shop for their morning coffee before work; thus leaving a mess. It's always on work day they rush as they eat their muffin or scone, leaving crumbs everywhere. I started sweeping the crumbs humming a happy tune, the door opened making a ding sound like it always does. I look over my shoulder to see the same pink haired girl I saw a few days ago, she was wearing black jeans and an oversized white sweater. I waved at her smiling, she waved back weakly and sat down at the window seat. Whenever she comes into the shop, she always has a glum look on her face like she hates the world; I hope that's not the case. Maybe it was just her boyfriend again, she mentioned that he was being a "Big fat throbbing dick," which was the funniest thing a girl could call a boy, I mean really I need to learn these names.