DepartureMommy left us.
She threatened to leave twice a day, five days a week. She disappeared during the weekends and came back Monday morning to start the complaints cycle all over again. So, her departure was no surprise. She simply failed to return one day.
It was an uneventful morning, three weeks away from the start of a school year and two days away from my thirteenth birthday. It was hot, the kind of heat that had our clothes stick to our bodies, and no amount of ice cream was enough for the five of us: myself, my dad, and three other siblings. The heat sucked, but the lack of our mom made no difference.
Well, no, the only difference was that my dad made us breakfast that morning and around noon, a police cruiser stopped by our house, and later on, they declared her missing.
It'd been eighteen years since that day. We never missed her. Our lives went on. Dad provided for us. He was a kind man who never harmed a soul.
I found mom's remains in a hole in our b
Skinny LoveShe loved him, even though she knew his lies back and forth. The cryptic messages his body language sent, the look in his eyes, the creative stories he fabricated and announced were no secret to her. She deciphered them and laughed at his childish attempts to provoke her jealousy. He was the hero of the play and she willingly became a part of the act, relishing on the excitement he brought whenever he begged for her rage and rebellion.
Yesterday he slipped that his coworker was gunning for him, that this lady whom he had known for less than a day wanted his heart. The day before it, he claimed the neighbor, who had left the street over a decade ago, was sending him postcards and memories of an old affair they shared and wanted to reignite. A week earlier, a high-school sweetheart plead for his phone number and Facebook account.
But no, her reaction to all of this flaunting and taunting was a calm chuckle. She tread lightly behind him in his game, dodged and side stepp
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