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I
melted butter in the pan, then cracked a few eggs. Mom always said pasta was
the cheapest, most nutritious food. I figured eggs were even better. I put up a
pot of coffee, hoping the aroma would wake her up.
Sure
enough, she stumbled into the kitchen right before the eggs were done. I popped
two pieces of bread into the toaster.
“Breakfast
for dinner,” I announced.
“Jamie.
What did you do?”
“Cooked,
Ma. Sit down.”
She
rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Where did you get the money?”
“From
your purse.”
She
nodded, then sank down into a chair. “I’m not really hungry.”
“You
gotta eat.” I spooned some eggs onto her plate.
“You’re
a good boy. Did I ever tell you that?”
“Yeah,
Ma. Like maybe a hundred times already.”
Someone
had to take care of her. She sure wasn’t doing it herself.
“Did
you take anything else from my purse?” She cast a suspicious eye on me.
“Nope.”
“Good.
I’ll be right back.”
Anger
rose inside me. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I wanted to smash something.
I knew what she was up to. No, I didn’t touch the baggie of cocaine she’d
stashed in her bag.
“Ma!
What the fuck are you doing? Don’t be an asshole. Come on, leave that shit
alone!” I yelled with everything I had. No answer.
“Ma!
Fuck it! Why do I bother?”
She
returned, hair combed, smiling, sniffing and wiping her nose.
“You
have coffee, I have this. Just to start my day.”
“Just,
just just! You have every fucking excuse in the book. When are you gonna stop?” I turned
off the heat on the stove.
“I
can stop anytime. I like it. Don’t worry about me. How’s school?”
“What
the fuck?” I sank down in my chair and turned my gaze to my plate.
“You
know I don’t like your colorful language, Jamie.” She tried like Hell to sound
stern.
Wow, what an emotional scene! Well done.
ReplyDeleteEchoing Vicki. What a scene. So sad when the child has to be the adult. Drugs are so destructive. Hope his mother smartens up, but I doubt it. A sad reality for so many these days.
ReplyDeletePoor kid. He has a hard road. Such an anguishing scene. Well done!
ReplyDeleteWhoa. What a day they are having. Yikes
ReplyDeleteI love his strength a determination when it comes to his mom. He is one tough cookie! I can’t wait to read more!
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