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an amazing
cook, thanks in large part to his mother. He had spent the last week teaching
me to make my favorite recipes, so I could stop eating frozen meals. I knew
that once he left, I would never be able to make them as well as he could but I
would appease him by letting him think I would at least try.
“Here you go my Dear, Eggs
Benedict just the way you like it.” He kissed my forehead before retreating
into the kitchen to retrieve his breakfast.
I cut right into mine not
realizing how famished I was. A few bites later my stomach gurgled in a way I
had never felt it before. I pushed back from the table and ran straight to the
bathroom, releasing the contents of my stomach into the toilet. After
everything and nothing came out, I flushed the toilet and stood to brush my
teeth. I hadn’t noticed Gray come in until I was wiping the remaining water
from my mouth.
“Hey Baby, you feeling
okay?” He pushed his hand against my forehead, knowing I didn’t have a fever.
“Your mom said that she has
had quite a few kids out of class lately due to some bug that’s going around. I
wouldn’t worry about it.” I kissed him swiftly on the lips, and made my way out
to find my jacket.
A few minutes later Mrs.
Weston came walking through the door. “Hey kids, you ready to get going?” I
hurried around the corner to greet her.
“Good morning Mom.” Gray
greeted his mother with a hug and kiss on the cheek. I was right behind him
ready to greet her as well.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re
looking a little pale today. Are you feeling okay Dear?” She continued to feel
my forehead, just as Gray had.
I pulled back ever so
slightly, not to offend her. “I feel fine. I think I just have a stomach bug is
all. Shall we go?” I waved towards the door for her to head out first.
“Of course. We need to stop
by the flower shop on our way. I forgot to do it on my way home last night.”
Her smile could light up any room. It was warm and comforting making my nerves
slowly subsided.
I turned to lock the door
behind us as Gray led his mother to her car. It was a crisp September day, with
the smallest amount of clouds hovering above us. I took in a deep breath,
welcoming the cool air into my saturated lungs. Instantly my chest felt
lighter. I slapped a smile on my face when I noticed Gray watching me walk to the
back passenger door behind his mother. He was nervous; I could see it in his
face. He smiled, but it never reached his eyes.
We pulled into the cemetery
fifteen minutes later. I had bought an assortment of lilies at the flower shop.
They were my mother’s favorite flower. Gray and Mrs. Weston picked out a dozen
yellow roses. The same roses Gray’s father would bring her every year, on her
birthday. It was heart warming knowing the love that they shared all those
years.
My parent’s headstones were
quite a bit further away from Gray’s father than I would have liked. I knew
this was going to be hard for me, but it was going to be hard for Gray also. He
placed his hand on my lower back as he led me over to their headstones. It was
a small gesture, but coincidentally it helped tame my nerves. I could feel the
tears start to prick the back of my eyelids the closer we got to my parents. I
wasn’t one for panic or anxiety attacks, but I was almost certain I was about
to have one. I started taking smaller steps and eventually stopped walking all
together, about five feet from them.
I couldn’t bring myself to
move any closer. I could hear Gray and his mother a few feet behind me, talking
about random nonsense, oblivious to my tiny melt down. My heart rate shot
through the roof, and my breathing became rapid. I clutched the flowers to my
chest that felt like it was being strangled. I tried to take deep breaths, but
nothing was helping. The panic was quickly escalating and I didn’t know what to
do.
I fell to my knees, steadying
myself with my hands flat on the ground.
cook, thanks in large part to his mother. He had spent the last week teaching
me to make my favorite recipes, so I could stop eating frozen meals. I knew
that once he left, I would never be able to make them as well as he could but I
would appease him by letting him think I would at least try.
“Here you go my Dear, Eggs
Benedict just the way you like it.” He kissed my forehead before retreating
into the kitchen to retrieve his breakfast.
I cut right into mine not
realizing how famished I was. A few bites later my stomach gurgled in a way I
had never felt it before. I pushed back from the table and ran straight to the
bathroom, releasing the contents of my stomach into the toilet. After
everything and nothing came out, I flushed the toilet and stood to brush my
teeth. I hadn’t noticed Gray come in until I was wiping the remaining water
from my mouth.
“Hey Baby, you feeling
okay?” He pushed his hand against my forehead, knowing I didn’t have a fever.
“Your mom said that she has
had quite a few kids out of class lately due to some bug that’s going around. I
wouldn’t worry about it.” I kissed him swiftly on the lips, and made my way out
to find my jacket.
A few minutes later Mrs.
Weston came walking through the door. “Hey kids, you ready to get going?” I
hurried around the corner to greet her.
“Good morning Mom.” Gray
greeted his mother with a hug and kiss on the cheek. I was right behind him
ready to greet her as well.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re
looking a little pale today. Are you feeling okay Dear?” She continued to feel
my forehead, just as Gray had.
I pulled back ever so
slightly, not to offend her. “I feel fine. I think I just have a stomach bug is
all. Shall we go?” I waved towards the door for her to head out first.
“Of course. We need to stop
by the flower shop on our way. I forgot to do it on my way home last night.”
Her smile could light up any room. It was warm and comforting making my nerves
slowly subsided.
I turned to lock the door
behind us as Gray led his mother to her car. It was a crisp September day, with
the smallest amount of clouds hovering above us. I took in a deep breath,
welcoming the cool air into my saturated lungs. Instantly my chest felt
lighter. I slapped a smile on my face when I noticed Gray watching me walk to the
back passenger door behind his mother. He was nervous; I could see it in his
face. He smiled, but it never reached his eyes.
We pulled into the cemetery
fifteen minutes later. I had bought an assortment of lilies at the flower shop.
They were my mother’s favorite flower. Gray and Mrs. Weston picked out a dozen
yellow roses. The same roses Gray’s father would bring her every year, on her
birthday. It was heart warming knowing the love that they shared all those
years.
My parent’s headstones were
quite a bit further away from Gray’s father than I would have liked. I knew
this was going to be hard for me, but it was going to be hard for Gray also. He
placed his hand on my lower back as he led me over to their headstones. It was
a small gesture, but coincidentally it helped tame my nerves. I could feel the
tears start to prick the back of my eyelids the closer we got to my parents. I
wasn’t one for panic or anxiety attacks, but I was almost certain I was about
to have one. I started taking smaller steps and eventually stopped walking all
together, about five feet from them.
I couldn’t bring myself to
move any closer. I could hear Gray and his mother a few feet behind me, talking
about random nonsense, oblivious to my tiny melt down. My heart rate shot
through the roof, and my breathing became rapid. I clutched the flowers to my
chest that felt like it was being strangled. I tried to take deep breaths, but
nothing was helping. The panic was quickly escalating and I didn’t know what to
do.
I fell to my knees, steadying
myself with my hands flat on the ground.
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