Your Forgotten

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11:59pm,
Thursday, 1st of June, 2017.

To the woman who birthed me,

I heard both your voices outside my door this morning.

I moved a bit closer to the door and I heard him asking you for money, shamelessly as usual. After a few hushed arguments, you opened my door and I ran back to my bed, pretending to be asleep.

You dropped a gift box and a note in my bedside table and left.

I picked up the letter first to read what ever excuse we had this year.

It said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!' in big beautiful letters. I've always been jealous of your handwriting.

Imagining you sitting down to write this made a tiny smile tug at my lips.

'ROSES ARE RED AND VIOLETS ARE BLUE.

I SAW A CHOCOLATE MONKEY AND I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU!'

I breathed out a laugh as I remembered when I was a bit younger and you always wrote something corny every year, sometimes on my forehead before I woke up.

In boarding school you never sent any notes, just ugly expensive gifts and a 'Sorry I Couldn't Make It' attached to it.

Maybe coming home wasn't too bad after all.

I opened the gift box and there was nothing inside, except for another note.

'This Sunday I'll be free. What do you say to a shopping spree?'

My smile grew a bit wider.

Shopping was what you loved doing, not me, but as long as there's a possibility of spending time with you, I'll take it.

Just like that, I felt a bit better since I came back from school.

Cleaning windows and mopping floors didn't even ruin my mood.

After I was done, I went out for a stroll and met Maggie sitting in that alley.

I sat down beside her as she turned to me and with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, she wished me a happy birthday.

I gave her an uncertain smile of my own and like yesterday, we sat in silence as she fiddled with her painted fingernails.

As much as I enjoyed the silence, it was clear that she wanted to say something so I asked her what it was.

That was what it took for her to start talking and talking about everything on her mind, from Izzy, her 16 year old sister to her boyfriend and every other thing in between.

Listening to her trying to cover her problems with sarcasm and funny remarks, made me feel lighter.

It actually made me feel kind of useful.

Your Forgotten,
Mola.