Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?
Song match- The Scientist
“Hey, Mitchie?” I hear as I try to focus on the book I‘m reading. I lift up my eyes and see my baby sister, Kayla, looking up at me with tear filled blue eyes. I take her by the underarms and place her on my lap. “What’s the matter, buttercup?” I ask as she lifts up a picture she drew. “When do you think daddy will be back?” I felt my heart sink. It was a difficult thing to say to a five year old who hardly knew her father. My father had left us two years ago and left me to run the house due to my mother’s declining health. I was just seventeen when I watched my father walk out while holding another woman in his arms. I remember feeling nothing but hatred and anger towards my father for leaving the family for a whore that he had met just a month prior to hell knocking on my home’s door. I loathed him. Whenever he tried to keep contact, I blocked him out. I vowed myself that no man is worth the pain and suffering my mother went through while she battles with stage three breast cancer. My mother was a lost cause and I was just a teenager who was forced to raise her three year old sister as if she was her own child. I looked down at Kayla’s face and wiped the tears that came from her young face, “Daddy went away, but I’m sure he’ll be back eventually, baby.” I saw some hope light up her face. I hated that I had to lie to her just to keep her from being in my situation, but when you have a baby sibling you have to raise, your parental instincts will eventually kick in. Kayla jumped down from my knee and trotted away into her bedroom down the stairs. I watched and smiled before I continued on with my book. About fifteen minutes later my mother calls for me. I cringed at the agony I heard in her voice as she pleaded for my presence to be made. I placed my book down and ran down the hall to see what it was she wanted. I made it into her bedroom and looked at her face. All the vibrant color that once filled my mother’s face was gone. Her eyes lost all the life, and she looked as if she was close to death. “Need something, momma?” “Would you please come to me?” She lifted her nimble fingers. I couldn’t feel my feet carry me to her, but sure enough they did. I was over her bedside in a matter of seconds, “What do you need, mama?” I say as I took her hand. “Mitchie, baby, you know my time is about up..” She started. “No, mama. Don’t you dare say that. You’re going to be alright. You’ll be okay.” I objected while I dabbed a rag on her head, “You’ll be alright.” “No, baby. I want you to listen to me.” She pleaded. I hesitantly nodded and let her speak. She let out a huge breath and looked at me, “I know deep down that I won’t live much longer. I give myself about half of next year before my body gives up.” She let out another breath, “I wrote my will last week while you took Kayla out for ice-cream. I have left half of each of my earnings to you girls, but you’re in full charge of all of it until Kayla is eighteen. I know that you’ll raise her well, so I want you to know that you have full custody of her when I pass and partial custody now.” “So, I’m in charge if something happens..?” “When it happens, Mitchie. You and I both know it will happen.” “Stop!” I finally screamed out. “Mitchie, there’s no need for screaming.” My mother flinched. “Yes, there is!” I belted, “You’re talking about death when you’re not going to die! I’m tired of it. I understand why you wrote the will, I really do, but I don’t want to hear about death. I know you’ll be okay! You just have to be, mom!” My mother looked at me with sorrow filled in her eyes, “Sooner or later, you have to face reality, Mitchie.” I sighed and bit my lip, “I choose later.” I walked out of the bedroom with tears flowing from my eyes. I ran and locked myself in my bedroom as I screamed at the top of my lungs. I threw my fists at the wall until I tired myself off. The last thing that crossed my mind was “How am I going to raise my sister alone?”
“Hey, Mitchie?” I hear as I try to focus on the book I‘m reading. I lift up my eyes and see my baby sister, Kayla, looking up at me with tear filled blue eyes. I take her by the underarms and place her on my lap. “What’s the matter, buttercup?” I ask as she lifts up a picture she drew. “When do you think daddy will be back?” I felt my heart sink. It was a difficult thing to say to a five year old who hardly knew her father. My father had left us two years ago and left me to run the house due to my mother’s declining health. I was just seventeen when I watched my father walk out while holding another woman in his arms. I remember feeling nothing but hatred and anger towards my father for leaving the family for a whore that he had met just a month prior to hell knocking on my home’s door. I loathed him. Whenever he tried to keep contact, I blocked him out. I vowed myself that no man is worth the pain and suffering my mother went through while she battles with stage three breast cancer. My mother was a lost cause and I was just a teenager who was forced to raise her three year old sister as if she was her own child. I looked down at Kayla’s face and wiped the tears that came from her young face, “Daddy went away, but I’m sure he’ll be back eventually, baby.” I saw some hope light up her face. I hated that I had to lie to her just to keep her from being in my situation, but when you have a baby sibling you have to raise, your parental instincts will eventually kick in. Kayla jumped down from my knee and trotted away into her bedroom down the stairs. I watched and smiled before I continued on with my book. About fifteen minutes later my mother calls for me. I cringed at the agony I heard in her voice as she pleaded for my presence to be made. I placed my book down and ran down the hall to see what it was she wanted. I made it into her bedroom and looked at her face. All the vibrant color that once filled my mother’s face was gone. Her eyes lost all the life, and she looked as if she was close to death. “Need something, momma?” “Would you please come to me?” She lifted her nimble fingers. I couldn’t feel my feet carry me to her, but sure enough they did. I was over her bedside in a matter of seconds, “What do you need, mama?” I say as I took her hand. “Mitchie, baby, you know my time is about up..” She started. “No, mama. Don’t you dare say that. You’re going to be alright. You’ll be okay.” I objected while I dabbed a rag on her head, “You’ll be alright.” “No, baby. I want you to listen to me.” She pleaded. I hesitantly nodded and let her speak. She let out a huge breath and looked at me, “I know deep down that I won’t live much longer. I give myself about half of next year before my body gives up.” She let out another breath, “I wrote my will last week while you took Kayla out for ice-cream. I have left half of each of my earnings to you girls, but you’re in full charge of all of it until Kayla is eighteen. I know that you’ll raise her well, so I want you to know that you have full custody of her when I pass and partial custody now.” “So, I’m in charge if something happens..?” “When it happens, Mitchie. You and I both know it will happen.” “Stop!” I finally screamed out. “Mitchie, there’s no need for screaming.” My mother flinched. “Yes, there is!” I belted, “You’re talking about death when you’re not going to die! I’m tired of it. I understand why you wrote the will, I really do, but I don’t want to hear about death. I know you’ll be okay! You just have to be, mom!” My mother looked at me with sorrow filled in her eyes, “Sooner or later, you have to face reality, Mitchie.” I sighed and bit my lip, “I choose later.” I walked out of the bedroom with tears flowing from my eyes. I ran and locked myself in my bedroom as I screamed at the top of my lungs. I threw my fists at the wall until I tired myself off. The last thing that crossed my mind was “How am I going to raise my sister alone?”
Omg I forgot about the sequel !! So sorry that I missed anything in it so far
1/12/14