If I Dare To Hope (George Memeulous)

Three

I kept writing. I wrote about all the ways she could come back to me. I wrote about every little memory I had with her that week. I went to the grocery store for the first time in months. The first time I left the house in months. It didn't feel real. I gathered the groceries, checked out and left. I wanted to go home.

I hopped back in my car, setting the groceries on the seat next to me and started to drive home. I even turned on the radio. I haven't really listened to music in months. Too busy thinking. Some song was on and I nodded my head to to it as I drove.

I arrived at the apartment and brought the groceries in and set them on the counter.
"George honey." I jumped when I noticed my mum was sitting at the table. What was she doing here?
"Mum! You scared me." I confessed. I pulled the milk out from the bag and put it in the fridge.
"I'm so glad you decided to get a therapist love." My mum muttered. I shook my head.
"Don't make me regret it." I said, half joking.
"Why are you in London?" I ask closing the fridge door.
"To visit you. I feel terrible that I can't visit more, but I need to be at my job, I can't afford to get fired."

I know she wasn't trying to guilt trip me, but when ever she visited I felt bad. I wasn't worth her time.
"Don't feel bad mum. It's not your fault." It wasn't her fault at all. Not my depression and not the fact she can't visit more. I didn't want her to visit, it just reminded me of how much pain I was putting her in.
"I brought you some chocolate cake. I know it's your favourite." She motions to the container on the counter.
"Thank you." I give her a small smile.
"You're always welcome dear."