Precious Memories

Precious Memories~~Chapter 5

<P>"It's not my fault, Cal! Things like this happen to plenty of people," I heard my mother yell. "She's sick!"<BR>That was when I realized they were talking about me. I continued to listen to my parents argue. I heard everything perfectly clear because my bedroom was the first door straight up the staircase. They wouldn't even know that I was listening to every single word they were spewing venom into towards each other.</P>

<P>"If you would have brought her to the doctors regularly and had had her checked out yearly, like good mothers do, then we would have known ahead of time!" </P>

<P>"Are you insinuating that I am no a good mother," my mother asked baffled. "Because if you are I will have you know that those two children are wonderful and very well educated!" I could hear the pain and hurt in her voice. </P>

<P>"Those children went to school for the education they have! That has nothing to do with you. You do nothing but stay in this house -that I pay for-and sit on the couches-that I paid for- and watch movies on the television that I paid for!"</P>

<P>I couldn't believe what I was hearing! It was insane to hear my mother and father having a fight but then again it was lunatic to listen to what my father was saying to his wife of twenty years. </P>

<P>"I raised your children in this house when you were out working! And book smarts will never be street smarts! Your daughter could have been pregnant and your son a drug addict! Do you think they would have known to stay away from those things from a damn book?"</P>

<P>"No but they sure as hell wouldn't have learned it from you since you barely got out of high school with passing grades!" </P>

<P>I heard my mother gasp in hurt and surprise. I knew my mother didn't go to college and she pushed us daily to go to school and get an education. She always said we could do and be whatever we wanted as long as we had good educations, so Derrick and I did our best in school. Not only because she told us to but because we both had big dreams.</P>

<P>Derrick dreamed of being a Supreme Court justice and it worked out perfectly because he loved to argue. The arguing would be useful for when he started off as a lawyer and made his way up to being a judge. When he would become a judge he had the skill to listen to peoples stories and would continuously try to find ways to fix and repair a problem. I think that's why he and I were always getting along- I always had problems and he always knew how to fix them. </P>

<P>I was dragged back to my parents arguments when my father yelled, "Don't go crying now! You had so much to say only so long ago! Be a woman and stand up for yourself, stop being such a child!"</P>

<P>"A child- how am I acting like a child? You just don't know how to be nice anymore!" I heard my mother say in a shaky tearful voice.</P>

<P>"Nice? I'm nice and generous too! I let you stay and sleep in my house without doing shit! What kind of woman doesn't work for a living? Even the women who don't work know how to be stay at home moms and wives!" </P>

<P>"Well then maybe I'm not meant to be your wife anymore, Cal," she stated quietly with tears still in her voice. "Because I'm not sure I can do this anymore." She then said unemotionally. As if she took all feelings from herself away, I no longer could take notice of her feelings. </P>

<P>"Then do whatever you want, Patricia. Do whatever you want," my father said with a deep sigh. </P>

<P>I could feel the tears in my eyes when I went back to my room and closed my door. They seeped from my eyes like raindrops from a cloud during a hurricane. My parents shouldn't be having problems and fights because of my cancer. </P>