Where i need to be part 13
Everyone took turns telling their favorite stories about my
mom. It seemed like it was a wake or memorial as if she had died.
To them i think, in a way she did. The memories they had of her the
ones they imagined that she was living now, where she was
happy and young were all lies. So to them a part of her did
die. As everyone talked i ate so much food. Fried Chicken,
Jumbalya, Cajun chicken everything. and to top it all off a big
slice of apple pie with vanilla ice cream. YUM.
It was nearing 11 so everyone hugged and kissed and stood to leave.
They said they'd be visiting tomorrow and they'd be back
next Sunday. Suddenly it was just me, Brandon. Eugena, And
"come on," said Eugena grabbing my hand "I'll
give you the Grand Tour." Timothy nodded at me
and Brandon and walked outside. I was getting the impression
that he either didn't speak much, or he didn't like
us. On the bottom floor there was the parlor, kitchen, dining
room, living room, and TV room. Upstairs on the 2nd
floor there was the master bedroom and two other bedrooms, up
the next flight of stairs on the 3rd floor there was 4 more
bedrooms and then there was the attic. Eugena put me and Brandon
across the hall from each other on the 3 rd floor. Brandon somehow
got my duffel bag in my room. "Good night sugar. Happy
birthday. Sweet dreams. I'm so glad you found us...This
was your mother's bedroom you know." she said opening the
door for me and kissing my on the cheek. "Thank you.
goodnight, sweet dreams Grandma." i said without hesitation.
She beamed at that word. "good night Brandon. thank you for
bringing her here safely." she said and kissed his cheek. She
left and Brandon and I hugged "Night travel buddie and
birthday girl!! don't let the bed elves bite your toes
off!" he said kissing me on the top of my head "Night
Brandon. I Lo-" i said laughing trying to hide the almost i
love you. he smiled at me we went into our respective bedrooms.
Wow. My mom's bedroom was sea side themed with a light blue
paint on the walls and white aged furniture. The bed was four
poster with blue covers for the sides. The bedspread was a quilt
with greens and blues all thrown into one blanket. And there must
have been a dozen blue green pillows of every shape and size. There
were two windows on either side of the bed with white muslin
curtains. Across from the bed there was a writing desk. on the left
of the bed there was a huge closet and a dresser filled with old
makeup and perfume and little love notes. Everything was just how
she had left it. I kicked off my shoes and i got my favorite light
blue pajamas on and climbed into the bed. for once, everything
seemed just right.