Till Death Do Us Part

Pointless

"So your real mom wants to meet you when?" Kim asked over the phone. "Yes, and in about 2 hours." I was pacing back and forth in my room, feeling as though this might be the worse and best day of my life. "I don't know what I'm gonna do Kim, I haven't seen her in over 7 years!" I exclaimed, as I plopped on my bed. I heard him chuckle, as he said. "You'll be fine, and remember if you want me to come with you that door is always open."

"I told you Kim, I don't want her to meet you until I know for sure she is staying. That's kind of the whole reason why I agreed to meet." "I know." He said sadly. "Hey if it makes you feel better, I will let you pick my outfit." I FaceTimed him, and he answered. He was wearing the usual black hoodie, but his hood was off exposing his messy hair. He was laying on his bed, with one arm behind his head. I found myself staring at him. "Are you going to show me the outfits or..?"

I quickly snapped out of it, and found a spot to prop my phone up so he could see me, and my closet. I stepped back into my closet, so he could see everything in my closet including me. I began to pick pieces of clothing that I thought looked cute together. When I had a cute outfit that I thought that looked cute , I turned around to show Kim. "So what do you think?" "It looks great What shoes are you going to wear?" He asked. "I don't know I was thinking of some heels, but I'm not sure."

I put the outfit down by my phone, and it began to ring. I picked my phone up, and looked at the caller ID. It was my mom. "Hey Kim, mom is calling me." My heart started racing, along with my mind. "What if she cancels? What if she doesn't want to meet me? What if..-" "Stop it. Answer the phone, it's okay, and I'm here if things don't go well." A slight smile appeared on my face, and with the little bit of confidence that I had I said goodbye, and picked up the phone.

"Hi Seo Yeon!" I pulled the phone away from my ears, because she was so loud. "Hi." I chuckled. "So about the date, do you think it's okay if we meet in 30 minutes.." My eyes grew wide. I don't wanna tell her no because then what if she can't meet me any later, but 30 minutes I won't have enough time to get in the shower, and get dressed. "Uhm..yeah, yeah that's fine, I can do that." I tried to sound as convincing as possible.

"Ok wonderful. I'll see you then! Bye sweetie!" Before I even had the chance to say my goodbyes, she had already hung up the phone. I quickly called Kim back, and threw my phone on my bed.

~15 minutes later

In 15 minutes I had my hair, and makeup done. Considering the time crunch I was on I did pretty good. It wasn't too much, but it was enough, same thing with my hair. I threw the outfit on, and once everything was complete I plopped on the bed, and sighed with relief. I texted my mom, and asked "How long is it until you are here?" I put my phone down, and I got this gut feeling that something was off about this.

As a Christian, I knew I had to accept the possibility that this could be God trying to tell me something. I opened my heart to anything that the Lord was trying to tell me, and the feeling remained. *ding* I looked down at my phone, and she texted me back. "I'm outside." I scratched my head. "Outside? Outside where?" I waited a few minutes, and she texted me back. "Outside your house." My eyes grew wide. I grabbed my purse, and dashed down stairs.

I made it to the steps, and stopped. I don't know why but the reality of everything came crashing down on me. The women who sent me to her sister, because she didn't love me. The women who I haven't seen for over 7 years, is right outside my door. I let the happiness, and excitement of meeting my biological mom blind me over all the stuff she put me through. As if someone had pulled a drain in my heart all the happiness I had to see my mom drained away.

I was so stuck in my own world, that I didn't even realize my mom was standing at the bottom of the steps calling my name. "Seo Yeon!" She yelled one time really loudly. "Huh?" I looked up, and met her eyes at the bottom of the stairs. "What's wrong? Who's outside? And don't you think it's early for you to be getting ready." "Your sister is outside." I said coldly. "Oh. But weren't y'all suppose to meet at the restaurant." She said confused. I continued to walk down the steps until I was at the bottom with her. "I guess she had other plans." I said. She gave me a soft smile and asked.

"Are you ready?" She asked concerned. "No. But I believe through God I can do this." She pulled my hair behind my ears and said. "I'm so proud of you sweetie. You have love and compassion to meet her despite all she put you through." Her sweet words touched my heart. Regardless of what she did, I know God would have compassion in forgiveness in his heart, so why cant I. "Thanks mom." I said softly. She grabbed my hand, and we walked to open the door together.

Outside we were greeted by a black limo with tinted windows, making it so we couldn't see anything inside. The driver's door opened, and a male stepped out the car. He looked to be in his late 30s early 40s and he was very wrinkly. He had gray patches of hair in random spots, and his eyes looked really sad. As matter of fact his whole demeanor looked sad, like he had every positive thing ripped out of his life.

He walked to the end of the limo, and opened the door. My heart was racing with anticipation. I watched as my biological mom climbed out of the car. She appeared to be the same age as the driver, and she wore deep shaded glasses, deep red lip stick, a big black fur coat, and red heels. She actually looked like a walking wallet. "Sissy!" She squealed, and ran up to her sister as fast as she could in heels.

"Hi it's so good to see you." My mom said awkwardly in a hug. She looked down at me, and took her glasses off to get a better look at me. And that's when it hit me harder than anything else, she is a spitting image of me. There was no way she could deny me to be her child, because she just looked like an older version of me. "Oh my word, look at you." She said as her voice cracked. She bent down and gave me a really strong hug.

I could feel my eyes tear up around her arms. This was something that took 7 years to get, and I thought about what I said at the stairs, and I didn't care about that. I wrapped my arms around her, and I never wanted to leave. But sadly she pulled me away, and looked at me directly in the eyes. "Just let me look at you." We stared at each other, and it wasn't awkward at all, but it was well needed. She gently caressed the top of head. "My beautiful child."

She stood up straight, and said "So who's hungry?"