I miss you, baby
Copyright 2011-2012 Brenda E. Flores
Summer of 2010
This summer, when my mom had told me she wouldn't be able to take time off of work to go on a vacation I had been devastated. Every summer since my dad had died we would take off on a little road trip to the small towns and cities around us. We didn't visit anything grand or special but it was the time spent together that counted. My mom worked two jobs to be able to sustain us, so I cherished those two months in the summer. She wasn't tired, or sleepy, she was content. So of course when she broke it to me this summer that she just couldn't afford to take time off...it hurt. Of course I didn't tell her all this. I simply nodded and pretended I understood. It sucked, but in a way it was my own fault. I was 17, soon to be 18 and was already able to get a job to help her out. But my excuse was that I just didn't have time. I was in my high school's volley ball team and I was also in a tutor program that took alot of my time. Of course, even if I quit all of that my mom would prohibit me from getting a job. She said it was too soon for me to worry about bills and what not. No matter what she said I had already made up my mind, once I turned 18 I was getting a job and I would help her out.
"Michelle? Baby? I'm home." my mom calls out as she enters the house. I barely even glance at her while I finish my dinner. She was late so I had to make and eat dinner by myself, again.
"I know your mad, and I'm sorry. I got caught up talking to Rhonda after work." She throws her bag on the couch and walks over to me.
I grunt but don't say anything.
"But I have good news! I was able to convince my boss to give me this coming weekend off." She says as she pulls out the plate I had left for her in the oven.
My eyes spark at her words. One weekend was better than nothing, right?
"Really?" I say, excited now.
"Yep. You know that we usually drive around to no place in particular but I was thinking we could head over to Red Mill. Rhonda's sister passed away and I thought maybe we could stop for a few hours there to give our condolences." she closes her eyes as she savors my cooking.
Yup, I was a pretty good cook.
"Mom, I don't care where we go, I just want to get you out of here for a few days." I tell her.
"Great, then it's set." She smiles at me as she takes her plate to finish up in her room.
I really didn't care where we were going as long as we spent SOME time together. My mom worked too hard, she needed a vacation. Even if it was only one weekend.
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