My Guardian Angel

Chapter Too

Chapter Too

After our examination with Dr. Archibol, Ms. Tibito said I could just skip the last hour and a half of school and go home with mom.

“But I think I might be need back at the office to explain my absence, unless I want to lose my job.” She said. She wished me best of luck for tomorrow with the tests and all, gave her apologies to mom and left for her car.

   Mom was silently crying, trying not to make a big show of it but when I offered to drive she nodded and climbed into the passenger’s seat without a word.

I adjusted the seat, pushing it back, and then pulled the buckle across my chest. I slowly backed out of the parking spot, twisting around to see behind me and as I did so, I caught a glimpse of mom, silently praying to God for a miracle, for Him not to take her only son.

     It was about an hour drive back home but the only noise in the car was mom’s occasional heavy breathing and the radio that was quietly broadcasting news and weather—talk radio. Once I tried to start conversation with mom by asking when Dad was going to be back from work at. “Honey, please, not right now.” She said quietly tears streaming down her face.

Dad had good work and he was good at doing his job which equals up to wealth which equals up to a nice house—even though wealth isn’t what pleases us it’s just the way it is. If you haven’t caught on already, we’re Roman Catholic’s, I go to a Catholic high school here in Wisconsin called St. Xavier Catholic High School—good school.  We go to weekly mass where our amazing Priest Fr. Laymen is, he’s a young priest with lots of energy and loves to lead people to holiness, that’s what I like about him, he’s also a good friend of ours and often comes to our house for dinner and so on.

 As I pulled into the driveway of our two story brick home I could see mom in the corner of my eye wiping away the tears preparing herself to tell Dad probably, his car was here—he is obviously back from work.

   As we walked in through the front door I saw dad sitting on a living room with the newspaper in hand, his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. With his suit and black shoes it made him look like a really rich man, he’s about 45 but his hair is still a dark black and was very fit. Mom was the homey kinda person, brown hair to her shoulders, very beautiful and really nice.

“How’d it go?” Dad asked putting the newspaper down.

“Umm, well,” I started but mom started bawling, I pulled her into a hug trying to calm her down. “They think I have Heart Cancer and we’re going in tomorrow morning for tests.” I said. I swear Dad’s mouth actually fell open and he dropped the paper, and soon I could see tears forming in his eyes. I can’t believe I’m really the only one here not crying. AND IT’S ME THAT’S DYING!?

“Honey, come here.” He said waving to mom to come over to him, she did so. I stared for a second at my parents then left them to mourn together, and went up to my room and closed myself in.

I pulled out my orange phone and pressed in Ida’s number.

“Where on earth were you today? I had to ride the bus home today!?” She complained before she even greeted me, her best friend.

“Hello Ida.” I ignored he whining.

“Hello.” She said reluctantly.

“You should come over, I have something really funny to tell you.”

“Why don’t you tell me now?”

“Cause it’s kinda important and just telling you over the phone would just ruin it all.”