"I'm finally a grandparent."
I smiled to myself upon hearing what he said. As Anthony went to pat me on the back I felt the hood of my jacket slip of and froze. Kathlene cleared her throat as she spoke up " So I see you're going back to the tradition?" Her ask.
Tradition? It finally clicked, tradition in India, where my father lived. (A/N: the character in this story is part Indian soo..yup) tradition in India; when a women becomes a widow married or not she must shave her head and stay in solitary for one year.
"No I-I won't. I thought that if I got rid of all the things that he used to love about me that maybe I would feel a little better." I said leaving my hood down.
They nodded as I said my goodbyes.
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I returned home from the store with Kendal packing in groceries on each arm. "Set them on the counter and get the sandwich out of the fridge."
I complied, reaching around to grab it, but the smell that radiated out of that hell hole was sickening. if I thought that having the stomach flu was bad, I second guessed myself. I ran, I ran from that horrid smell to the sink. All I could really say to myself was that I definitely had to brush my teeth after this. Once the bile got done lighting my throat on fire I went and brushed my teeth only to find that that I had to vomit once again. finally brushing my teeth I stepped on the weighing scale. Have to have a healthy baby they say. Baby smaby. 130.12 that's healthy right? I mean healthy for the tumor nesting in my ovaries. I know I shouldn't think of him/her like that but having kids really wasn't on my list of life goals. Apparently birth control didn't do the job.
I exited the bathroom and went down to the kitchen, grabbing a can of chili off the counter and warming it in the microwave.
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Don't judge me.. k people get sick from smells and I used my mom as an example. She couldn't stand green peppers.😷<--- that was an emoji. Sorry it's short.
