Hello Mom : A Story Of A Short Story

“Oh, there you are.” My mama said, peering in at me from just outside the room’s archway. “Come on upstairs and pick out which room you want to be yours.”

I woke up and rustled all my things together and jetted down stairs. I see my mom across the room eating her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I slugged around the kitchen still half-awake trying to find a bowl, cereal, and milk. Then I heard a whistle and realized she had my breakfast ready on the table. I sat across from her on the table. The scent of perfume hit my nose, it smelled fruity. Her hair was combed back into a sleek bun. She was wearing a formal white shirt and a black skirt and some heels. I slurped the last of the milk as she was almost out the door. I walked outside and ran to the car. I opened the door and got inside. It was 7:59 am.

It was a nice bright morning as the sun was saying its goodbyes, fall was greeting us with gentle breezes, I was wearing a nice purple dress and my mom had braided my hair, I felt the fear running through me as I held my mom’s hand, she walked me through the doors and down the hall to my classrooms where I was greeted by my teacher with a smile as those few moments flew bye I was very distant very far I would occasionally pinched myself hoping this was all a dream my mom waved goodbye and left my classroom i quickly realized this wasn't a dream and I wouldn't be waking up anytime soon

I open my eyes for the very first time. I’m in a strange white room. I’m looking up at Mom. Even though I’ve never known the word, or any word, I know it now. Who else could that lady be but Mom?

"Anita began raising Darnell 15 years ago, when his mother began deteriorating in different ways. They've been through it all; she laughed when she talked about how much trouble he got into early on, and she shook her head proudly when she said he was now "the man of the house," helping with all the other children who have landed in her home over the years after their parents gave up. "She's my second mom," Darnell said. "I don't let that 'mother' word out easily, I really don't. But she deserves it." He told me his story matter of factly, telling me he struggled at times when thinking about his mom, in particular, but "I had to learn how to accept that she was doing the right thing for me when she decided she couldn't raise me."

Mom had a large lump, the size of a grapefruit, on the rear of her neck. She saw four doctors who all refused to operate. They feared she would be left paralyzed from spine damage. The fifth doctor, Dr. J.D. Fuller, agreed to remove the mass. The lump had grown larger. Mom had pains in her neck and arms like lightning bolts. Dr. Fuller stated his only way to remove the mass was by “blunted excision.” He made a long incision, reached into her neck, grabbed the mass, twisted, and pulled it out of her. The surgeon ripped muscle from her left breast to her spine and left trapezoid muscle. Mom was left with damaged nerves and muscles, but she was not paralyzed.

Reporter stated the following: They mom is acting bizarre. The mom showed up with three kids. The mom had multiple stories but nothing made sense. The mom first alleged that the 3 month child and three years old were sexually abused but there was not enough evidence. When there was not enough evidence the mom’s story disappeared. The mom told nurses, doctors and everybody different stories. The mom said someone had papers to make decisions on the children. When I asked the mom if she needed shelter, Mason said will they have to go back to the grandparent’s house. They are still here. We need DCS immediately to see who has custody of these kids. We think the mom took the kids from the grandparents. Mason said the grandparents are Genie and Jerry

She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.

"So, wait, let me get this straight-" About 15 minutes into seclusion she CALLED, not texted, her best friend to hear what she had to say about this horrible atrocity to her 'freedom' as an adult of this family. "-you're parents payed a guy to watch the house....with you in it...doesn't that technically means he's Babysitting YOU...and not the house?"

“HOME RUN, Michael Molaski! That’s his 13th home run this year!” Yells the announcer, “He’s now the record holder most home runs in a single season!” The other announcer adds on. Michael pounds his chest and sneers at his opponents as he rounds the bases. His smile full of hatred and power. The pupils in his eyes black, bland, but bold, just like his fathers. But deeper in his eyes were a red stew of anger. Michaels fist flies into the air,as his teammates surround him in the pride Michael lives for. His bracelet jangling as he walks “So now can I go to the party?” Michael asks happily, “No. I think you know why.” Yells Bobby. Michaels face turns red as he felt rejected for the last time, “Get out of my way, idiot!” Michael yells.

It been a week since Callie has had her first nightmare and Brandon has told his moms about Callie's old foster dad. Stef and Lena hearts broke thinking about what Callie has been through in her such short life. They just wanted to hold her and hope all the pain would go away, but they both knew that wasn't possible. So they talked to her, but she wouldn't say much and the nightmares have been daily since. the moms were at lost what to do.

The first few days back for Emily have been busy and I haven't stayed true to getting my email out daily. I will be consistent from here out in getting information to all of you and apologize for the lack of communication her first 3 days.

“Mommy, I’m bored!” Haven't we all heard this phrase at one point or another, whether from our own mouths or the mouths of a sibling? The summer of my third grade year was filled with this phrase. I would follow my mom from the kitchen, to her bedroom, through the living room and down to the basement as she struggled to shake me off so she could complete her errands or clean up after my messes. For about a month, my summer persisted this way until she had enough of it.

Death. That’s what scared me the most; maybe not the death itself but the dying. Lately it seemed that’s all we knew, people getting sick and dying. I did not realize just how scary it all could be until it affected me. Momma was sick, and we all had our own ways of dealing with what we knew but never wanted to accept. At first we thought she had the flu with symptoms such as fever, headache, chills, and weakness. Then we realized it was way more than that. Momma had gotten the plague. Her lymph nodes, swollen and tender, gave their huge announcement of how sick momma was. I needed some fresh air, time away to think. As I was passing through Tokenhouse Yard, a woman let out a terrible screech, “Oh! Death, death, death!” The scream sent chills

The aggressive slam of my door still rang loudly in my ear. I walked over to my bed, unaware of it, just trusting my body to guide me wherever I needed to be. I can’t believe I said those words. I can’t believe she said that to me, I thought to myself as my hands unconsciously reached for a duffel bag on my desk and started filling it with clothes and small snacks. As the multitude of crude insults my mother had said to me still filled my mind, I went for the door and opened it again, hands trembling as to what was waiting for me on the other side. I turned the knob and crept down the empty staircase, quiet as a mouse. Finally making it through the living room and into the kitchen, I reached for the back door when all the lights flashed on.