This day was sort of depressing. Bunch of homeworks and two stupid research papers will kill me tonight and the following days and nights, including noons and afternoons. But tonight, I decided to forget that school works for the mean time because my mom needs me. We will going to decorate our family's Christmas tree.
Yes, I'm a mama's boy. I love my mom, also my dad. So much. I was very lucky to have them in my life. Without them, I would turn into nothing, like a trash. My life has no value. They don't pressure me in school as long as I don't have failing grades, they are fine with it. The only person who pressured me is Drake – myself. Its because I want them to be proud of me. They don't need the recognition, they said. Being their son was so much enough for them.
“Drake, you can relax if you want. I know you're tired. I can handle this. Anyway, I have Jade with me,” mom said while wiping the red Christmas balls.
“No mom, I'll help you,” sitting near her and arranging the Christmas lights.
“You sure, sweetheart?”
“Mom yes mom,” I said, saluting my hand, imitating a soldier.
“Ha-ha. Okay Drake, you're funny.”
It was the last week of November, and my birthday will be on twenty-eight which is tomorrow. I don't celebrate it usually. I'll just thanked God that I was still alive. That's all – but my parents insisted that this year's birthday will have a small celebration exclusively for Anderson's family.
Great!
They said grandma and grandpa will be coming too plus my other cousins.
“Sweetie, would you like baked macaroni on your birthday?,” mom asked while putting up some groceries in the fridge.
I turned my head to her. “Anything mom,” and I go back watching my favorite channel, Jack TV.
“What about the cake? What flavor do you want?”
“I don't know,” then I went to my room and throw my body on the soft bed.
Sometimes, mom can be stressful or troubled. She always treated me like a girl. I feel bad for her for not being able to have a daughter. I knew she really wanted for it. She always kissed or hugged me in front of may people that was so annoying for me. Sometimes, I can't stand it but still mom is mom. I understand and love her.
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Teen Fiction"Drake, I don't know if this was right. Loving you, after all, is the best thing that ever happened to me. When we're together, I feel like something moving creatures on my stomach and if we're apart, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Drake, y...
