My Flash 2
“And what is that supposed to mean? You think divorce is a word you should be throwing around?” Fred’s eyes narrowed, anger brewing in them. “It hasn’t gotten to divorce yet.“} My mouth fell open as I watched him in dismay. It hasn’t come to divorce… Am I supposed to die before he takes me seriously?” “Listen to me, Genevieve, I don’t have time for your shenanigans. I have guests waiting for me outside!” Then he stormed out, leaving me to wallow in my thoughts.” Why does he always walk out when there’s a serious discussion? Why won’t he just calm down and listen to what I have to say for once?) My eyes moved to the box containing my dead cat, and uncontrollable tears flowed down my face. My only friend was gone forever. I didn’t go out of my room, and I couldn’t sleep throughout the night. I held my father’s photo, staring at it with a sad smile as my mind wandered. Would things be any different if my father was alive? Would I be leading a better life than this?! The chirping of birds outside my window made me realize it was morning. I picked myself up, getting ready to go bury my cat, when my phone beeped and I saw a message from my mom: “Come over. We need to talk!” the text read. As if I had been expecting her text, I bolted into the bathroom to brush my teeth before leaving.” ******** It wasn’t long before I made it to my stepfather’s home. My mother was talking to a man at the door, and she smiled warmly when she saw me, but I was too sad to return her smile. Have a nice day, Mr. Park,” she said to the man, then faced me. “Let’s talk inside.“” My mother and I made ourselves comfortable on sofas next to each other, and she held my hand comfortingly.” “Fred called me this morning. He told me about what transpired between you and Kelvin yesterday,” she said.” I sighed mentally. Of course, he’s always the first to call Mom in situations like this. “You see, Kelvin is just a kid who grew up without a mother. It’s normal for him to be stubborn and a bit hard to handle…“} “He didn’t grow up without a mother,” I interrupted her quietly. “I played the role of a mother to him. Most kids in his situation aren’t as fortunate as him.“} “I understand you, Genevieve. But you can’t just walk away now. Think about the years you’ve spent with them, think about the years you’ve been family.” I laughed briefly. “Family… They’ve never seen me as part of their family, and I don’t want to keep forcing myself on them anymore.” “Genevieve, you-” “Mom, family was you, Dad, and me. We were happy, and that is family.” My eyes watered as I recalled how happy I was when my father was alive.” Her expression softened when she saw my teary eyes. “Do you really want to walk away from this?” she asked.}…